Solids, Liquids, Guess Who's Got Gas?: Lucy's Lab #2

By Michelle Houts and Elizabeth Zechel

Autumn has arrived, and at Granite City Elementary School everyone is gearing up for the biggest and best event of the year, the Harvest Festival. The whole school is excited about the games, the contests, the food, and most of allthe costumes! Everyone except Lucy. She doesn’t like dressing up, and has no desire to be a fairy princess or rock star, even for one day.

But Lucy is excited about the new science unit Miss Flippo has started: the states of matter. Lucy and her friends understand solids and liquids. They’re easy. But gasses are more difficult to grasp.

When the class goes on a field trip to an orchard and Stewart Swinefest eats too many apples, and gets a serious stomachache, Lucy suddenly understands that even if you can’t see gasses they can fill space and expand, and even make you move.

And with Stewart feeling better, she has a really great idea for her Harvest Festival costume, too.

The second book in a new chapter book series from IRA Children’s Book Award-winner, Michelle Houts, Solids, Liquids, Guess Who’s Got Gas draws on STEM themes and is aligned with curriculum guidelines to bring a love of science to young readers, inspiring them to start their own labs and explore their world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sky Pony
• Release date: Oct 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781510710696

Michelle Houts

Michelle Houts holds degrees in special education and speech-language pathology. She is the author of several fiction and nonfiction books for young readers, including the award-winning The Beef Princess of Practical County, The Practical County Drama Queen, and Winterfrost.

Book preview

Chapter One

Names

The sign in front of Granite City Elementary school used to say WELCOME BACK, STUDENTS AND STAFF! But today, all it says is HAR.

From my seat in Room 2-C, I can see Mr. Farmer out there looking through a box for more letters.

Once, when I was in first grade, I asked my dad why a farmer worked at my school. He told me that Mr. Farmer isn’t a farmer. He’s a custodian. Then Dad told me that a long time ago, before people had two names, if there were two people named John, they’d call one John the Baker and the other John the Farmer. So lots of people have last names that are jobs.

In my second grade class, there’s Collin Cook. I bet his great-great-great-great grandfather was a cook. Maybe even for someone famous. And there’s Natalie Shoemaker. Once, I read a story about a man who made shoes and had elves who helped him in the night while he slept.

Mr. Farmer has added a V to the sign, so now it says HARV. I’m guessing he’s putting the name Harvey up there, but I have no idea why. I don’t know anyone named Harvey.

Some of us in Room 2-C don’t have jobs for last names. Like me. I’m Lucinda Marie Watkins. Everyone calls me Lucy, and I have never even asked what a Watkins is.

And, there’s Miss Flippo. I have no clue what a Flippo is, but it sounds kind of like a clown. I would never, ever, ever tell Miss Flippo that, though. She’s the best and smartest teacher I’ve ever had.

Right now, Miss Flippo is writing this week’s spelling words on the whiteboard, and we’re supposed to copy them down in our spelling journals. You might be worried that I’m not paying attention, but it’s okay. I can listen and think at the same time.

Mom calls me a good multitasker. It’s a good thing I’m a good multitasker, because Mr. Farmer has added an E to the sign, and I’m not going to stop looking out that window until I know who this Harvey person is and why he’s important enough to get his name on the school sign.

Three minutes until recess, class, Miss Flippo announces.

I hurry to get the last six spelling words written into my journal. I never want to miss recess, especially when it’s outside. Outside is my favorite place to be. That’s because outside is where nature is. And nature is fascinating.

The bell rings just as I get the very last word down.

Behind me, my best friend and only cousin, Cora, leaps out of her seat. Her pink tutu skirt flits and flounces as we speed-walk to recess. We always follow the No Running rule.

I can’t wait! she says. What are you going to be?

Be? I ask. Cora, what are you talking about?

Cora sighs. Lucy, I’m talking about the best day ever!

She points across the playground to the front of the school. Mr. Farmer steps back from the sign, picks up his box of letters, and heads toward