Abby knows she's good enough for the Baby-sitters Club. Now all she has to do is prove it!

"The carnival," said Kristy. "Don't you see? The BSC could have a booth, too!"

"Excellent!" cried Claudia.

"Decent," said Jessi.

Everybody loved the idea.

"We can take turns running it," suggested Mal. "That way we can help our families with their booths as well."

"And have time to shop, er, enjoy the carnival," put in Stacey.

The phone rang and Claudia picked up the receiver. She took down the information and said, "Another rush job - the Arnolds for Friday night."

Flipping through her schedule book, Mary Anne studied the schedule for Friday night. "Me. Or you, Abby. Why don't you take it?"

Kristy said, "I think you should take it, Mary Anne."

"Why?" Mary Anne looked surprised. So did everybody else.

Except me. I haven't been around this world twelve plus years for nothing.]

"The twins know you better," said Kristy. "And Abby probably still isn't feeling well after what happened."

"Hey, I feel fine," I said. "That's the beauty of having asthma. I it doesn't kill you, you recover immediately."

Bad timing for that joke. Kristy frowned and said, "But I don't want the BSC responsible for putting too much stress and pressure on you right away. After all, you said it was the stress of the situation that caused your attack."

"Among other things," I said.

Mary Anne said quickly, "I'll take the job. If it's all right with Abby."

"I'm sure it is," said Kristy. Before I could say anything else (I was fuming inside), she'd picked up the phone to call the Arnolds back.

I was not a happy baby-sitter.

But I didn't want to wade in and start a war. At least, not yet. I'd give Kristy time to sort things out. If she didn't...

Then I'd let her have it.

Welcome to the BSC, Abby
Published by Scholastic Inc. 1996
ISBN: 0590228749