The avion my uncle flew /Cyrus Fisher ; pictures by Richard Floethe.
Material type: TextPublication details: New York : Scholastic Incorporated, (c)1946.; (1993 printing)]Description: 244 pages : illustrations ; 20 cmContent type:- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9780590462426
- PZ7 .A956 1993
- PZ7
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- Newbery Honor Award, 1947
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Newbery Honor Award, 1947
"First Scholastic printing, October 1993"--Title page verso.
While visiting his uncle in the mountains of France shortly after World War II, Johnny stumbles upon an evil plot being hatched by a fugitive Nazi spy.
My Father Returns -- The Man with the Crooked Beard -- The Bargain -- Oncle Paul -- Le Village de St. Chamant -- La Maison de Ta Mere -- The Pig of the Mayor -- Le Trouble Vient -- Charles Veut Voir l'Avion de Mon Oncle Paul -- L'Avion Est Casse -- Monsieur Simonis Voit Charles et Moi -- "L'Avion Est Pret a Partir!" -- Le Jour de la Fete -- La Lettre.
Illustrations
Mon onlce threw le maire out of the door -- I went out after the men to help them bring in the casttle -- From the start something about him wasn't very pleassant -- I didn't reply--I couldn't -- I caught a glimpse of that dead white face -- I heard something again rattle softly against the side window -- Something flung around and smacked me in the face -- It staggered out from the bushes and laid down in the clearing -- We coasted down the path, a long glorious swoop of ride -- Mon oncle climbed into the cockpit, in between the wings -- We stole along through those gravestones, hearing the wind come sighing to us -- We crossed the creek, the water wetting us to the skin -- That blind peddler--I thought saw him bending over me--and he wasn't wearing his glasses! -- We saw mon oncle land. Thre emen from the black limousine ran to him.
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