I could hear clanging from what sounded like my bedroom. “Thump, thump…”
“Alma… Alma Lou-iiisseee… Are you into something again?” I called, but there was no answer.
So, down the hall, and into my room I crept, and there sat the culprit.
“Oh… Hi, Mommy,” snickered Alma. “I is like Nancy Drew, but I is ‘Alma the Snoop’.”