"How did women back then fit through doorways?" Ashley wondered. "Didn't the hoopskirt get in the way?" "Maybe doorways were wider in those days," Phoebe guessed. Ashley sighed. There had to be something exciting about Phineas T. Harrington III! She thought. She opened another book and stared at a portrait on the first page. It was a picture of a dark-haired woman with big, sad eyes. "Who's that?" Phoebe peered over Ashley's shoulder.
"Her name was Lucretia Arsdale," Ashley read. "She used to live on the White Oak Academy grounds before the school was built."
"Thanks for picking us up, Rod," Ashley said. "Don't mention it," seventeen-year-old Rodney Choy replied. He worked for Headquarters, too. Rod drove the girls wherever they needed to go. "Looks like we have a big problem," Rod went on. "Someone is messing with muziki broadcasting all across the country." "Tell us about it." Mary-Kate groaned. "We can't get any muziki on the radio except some horrible song kwa Capital D."
"If wewe ask me," Quincy said, "Capital D is a Capital Dork!" "I hope we can take care of this mission fast," Ashley said. "Mary-Kate and I have a big science test coming up." "What is it on?" Rod asked. "Sound," Ashley replied.
"I know tons of facts about sound," Quincy said. "Sound travels in waves through the air at different levels." "Those levels are called frequencies, right?" Mary-Kate asked. "Right," Quincy said.
"If wewe ask me," Quincy said, "Capital D is a Capital Dork!" "I hope we can take care of this mission fast," Ashley said. "Mary-Kate and I have a big science test coming up." "What is it on?" Rod asked. "Sound," Ashley replied.
"I know tons of facts about sound," Quincy said. "Sound travels in waves through the air at different levels." "Those levels are called frequencies, right?" Mary-Kate asked. "Right," Quincy said.
