The Madcap Mystery of the Missing Liberty Bell

“That’s where his house used to be,” Isabella
said. “It was torn down in 1812.”
“C’mon, you can see the foundation and the
privy hole,” Hunter said.
“The what?” Grant asked.
Christina whispered, “You know, the old-timey
bathrooms people had before indoor plumbing.”
“Oh,” Grant said. “I guess I never thought of
Ben Franklin having to use the bathroom.”
The three sat down on a foundation stone of
Franklin’s house. “I wonder what old Ben would think
about our little mystery?” Christina wondered aloud.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Hunter said.
Christina looked up in surprise to see the
familiar, white-haired Franklin. He peered at them
through the little round glasses perched on the end
of his nose.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Franklin said, tossing
a coin that Grant eagerly hopped up to catch.
“Just wondering what you’d think if the Liberty
Bell went missing,” Christina said.
“I’ve heard that old bell ring many times,”
Franklin said. “Some people complained that it
rang too much. They even rang it when I went to
England to address colonial grievances. It was the
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