Seat 14B and the Missing Ticket
Lucia and her aunt were riding the morning train to the coast. Halfway there, a conductor in a blue cap came down the aisle and asked for tickets. Aunt Rosa handed hers over, then patted her pockets. Lucia's ticket was missing.
"I put it in my jacket," Lucia said, and her cheeks grew hot. "I am sure of it."
The conductor smiled kindly. "Take your time," he said. "I will come back in ten minutes."
Lucia retraced her morning. She remembered the platform, where she had bought a hot pretzel. She remembered holding the ticket in one hand and the pretzel in the other, and then sliding the ticket into something for safekeeping.
Then she looked at her book. She had been reading a story about a lighthouse, and she had tucked the ticket inside as a bookmark!
She flipped to page sixty-one, and there it was. When the conductor returned, she showed him the ticket with a proud smile.
"A clever place to hide it," he said, and punched a tiny hole. After that, Lucia kept her ticket in her pocket and used a leaf for a bookmark.