An Excerpt from The Family Under the Bridge

  By Natalie Savage Carlson

Armand scowled ferociously as he pushed his buggy along the river. He walked through another bridge tunnel. It was deep and inviting and there were iron rings over which he could hang his things. But the Paris fire boats were moored along the quay.
 "Comes a fire on the water front and all of Paris will gather on my roof," He mumbled.
 so he plodded on to another bridge. He only stopped once to watch a man pull in his fishing line  because he thought there was a big fish on the hook. But it was only a sodden shoe.
 "Ah, that's the way our hopes go, monsieur," Armand sadly told the fisherman. Then he started jumping up and down with excitement. "The mate to the one in my buggy ," He cried. "That's it!" 
 The fisherman yanked the old shoe off the hook and tossed it to Armand. "Oh, la, la, monsieur," said the hobo, "but that just goes to show we should never give up hope." 
 At last he found a bridge shelter that suited him. He spread his canvas out as carefully as a family man laying a rug in a new house.
           
             This book is suitable for 4th grade and up.
                          



         "What a lovely book." says mom.
         Tristan says "I really liked that book."
         "I didn't want to read it at first, but I soon changed my mind." 
         Rowan informed me.