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The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn (The Samurai Mysteries)
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About The Ghost In The Tokaido Inn
Product Description While attempting to solve the mystery of a stolen jewel, Seikei, a merchant's son who longs to be a samurai, joins a group of kabuki actors in eighteenth-century Japan. About the Author Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler are historians and authors of over sixty books, both fiction and nonfiction, mostly for young readers. They are the authors of the well-loved American Family Album series, including The Japanese American Family Album, which was named a Carter G. Woodson Honor Book in 1997. The Society for School Librarians International chose their book Showa: The Era of Hirohito for a best book award in 1991, and they have been cited for excellence by the Library of Congress, the Parents' Choice Foundation, Bank Street College, the International Reading Association, the National Conference of Christians and Jews, and the New York Public Library. The Hooblers make their home in New York City. They have one daughter and are active in community affairs. copyright © 2000 by Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved.Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler are historians and authors of over sixty books, both fiction and nonfiction, mostly for young readers. They are the authors of the well-loved American Family Album series, including The Japanese American Family Album, which was named a Carter G. Woodson Honor Book in 1997. The Society for School Librarians International chose their book Showa: The Era of Hirohito for a best book award in 1991, and they have been cited for excellence by the Library of Congress, the Parents' Choice Foundation, Bank Street College, the International Reading Association, the National Conference of Christians and Jews, and the New York Public Library. The Hooblers make their home in New York City. They have one daughter and are active in community affairs. copyright © 2000 by Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter three: A Ghost StoryFather was not as disappointed as Seikei thought he would be. "What can you expect?" he said, shrugging. "This is not so bad. At least he paid you, and we didn't give him our best tea. Now let's go to bed." "Father, I cannot sleep," said Seikei. "I am too excited." "We have another long day of travel tomorrow," Father said. "I can sleep in the Kago." "Well, I cannot," Father said. "I must get my rest." "There is a terrace at the back of the inn," said Seikei. "Could I go there to look at the view until I feel tired?" Father shrugged. "If you wish," he said. "But do not leave the inn. The streets of this town are dangerous at night." Seikei left, promising that he would not stay long. When he reached the terrace, he found that rain had started to fall softly. Though the stone floor was covered with mats, it felt cool through his cotton tabi, or socks. He walked to the railing that overlooked a small pond. The rain clouds had covered the moon and only a soft glow fell onto the water. He didn't mind the rain falling on his head. He felt feverish from his experience in the daimyo's quarters. I was afraid, he admitted to himself, just to be in his presence. He jumped at the sound of a footstep just behind him. He whirled and saw the girl. "I'm sorry," she said. "Did I startle you?" "No," he said hastily. "I mean, I didn't expect to find someone here." "Should I leave?" she said It was hard for Seikei to speak. The girl seemed even more beautiful than she had before. "No, please," he said. "Stay." "Was your master pleased with the paper?" she asked. Seikei was confused. "Who?" "The daimyo. I saw you in his room." Now he understood. "No, no. I was there for the same reason you were. My father is a tea merchant. Excuse me. My name is Konoike Seikei." She bowed. "I am called Michiko. My family name is Ogawa." "Is it true that your family knew the poet Basho?" She smiled, and he realized that it was rude to
