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Every youngster who has ever been read to and packed off to bed by a baby-sitter will agree that Miss Pickett is indeed peculiar...and wonderful! From their first glimpse of the little white- haired bespectacled lady has she steps daintilly from Daddy's car, to the day she disappears from the corner of Magnolia Street, Carol and Bobby romp wide-eyed through a series of adventures that every child dreams of but seldom experiences.
Who ever saw a suitcase that puffed green smoke? Why did Bobby insist on keeping the old doormat in his room after the family bought a new one?
Miss Pickett is a baby-sitter who offers circuses at home, whistling tea pots, and an interview with the Big Bear. Peculiar? Miss Pickett is more than that, she's downright mysterious! (By way of explanation, Miss Pickett says, “My dear, I was born during a thunderstorm.”)
If you are a baby-sitter, this book may offer solutions to your problems. Just present the Peculiar Miss Pickett to your favorite members of the express-wagon set, and you'll be acclaimed the Baby-Sitter of the Year!
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MISS PICKETT ARRIVES

Carol and Bobby stood and watched at the front window for Daddy to drive up with the baby sitter. Mother was all ready. She was standing by the hall mirror now, taking her gloves off and on, and combing her hair once more.

Carol turned, You look very nice, Mother, she said.

Since Carol was watching her mother, Bobby was the first to see Miss Pickett.

When Daddy had stopped the car, he came around to open the door for the tiniest little old lady Bobby had ever seen. Her snow-white hair was piled high in a knot on the top of her head. Her tiny face was almost hidden behind a pair of big black-rimmed glasses.

Bobby saw her put two dainty feet – in the strangest, pointed, high-button shoes – on the curb and reach for Daddy’s hand to lift herself out of the car.

Miss Pickett stood by the front gate while Daddy returned to take her enormous brown suitcase out of the car. Bobby could tell it was heavy, because Daddy was having to pull and tug to get the big suitcase out of the back seat.

They’re here, Bobby announced, not taking his eyes from the strange scene.

Carol turned back to the window in time to see Daddy still struggling with the heavy suitcase, while Miss Picket waited impatiently at the gate, tapping a pointed toe.

Then, while both the children watched, Miss Pickett quickly took off her big glasses and gave the gate one hard, straight look. The gate flew open!

Miss Pickett daintily put her glasses back on her nose and started toward the front door with tiny, careful steps.

Two pairs of eyes at the front window opened wide, and two small mouths popped open in surprise. What kind of lady was this who could open their front gate just by looking at it?

By the time Miss Pickett had reached the front door, Daddy was close behind her dragging the heavy suitcase. Mother opened the door.

Come right in, Miss Pickett, Mother said. I’m so glad you were free to come. Charles and I so seldom go out in the evening, but we do like to have someone with the children when we go.

Carol, Bobby, she called, come and meet Miss Pickett. She’s going to spend the night because Mother and Daddy won’t be back till late. You brought your things, I see, Mother said, watching Daddy struggle though the doorway with the enormous brown suitcase.

With one final effort, Daddy set the big bag just inside the front door. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead while mother talked on.

The children had an early supper. Carol’s already had her bath, and as soon as Bobby’s through with his, they may have the milk and cookies that are set out in the kitchen. They know bedtime is 7:30. The cot in the children’s room is made up for you. Just make yourself at home.

Then Miss Pickett spoke for the first time. We’ll get along just fine, she said in the strangest, sweetest voice. You two run on now and have a good time.

Good night, Mother said, giving the children a quick kiss while daddy held the door. We’ll lock the door as we leave. Charles will drive you home in the morning, Miss Pickett. Any special time?

I’d like to leave by six, the strange, sweet voice said timidly.

Though Bobby and Carol could see the Daddy thought that was a horribly early hour, Mother smiled and said, Fine, good night again.

The door closed, and