Author: Louis Slobodkin
Copyright Date: 1961
Pagination: 32 p.
Dedication: for Susan Lansdale-Hands with love
Susan looked for a good place to hide. She looked for a place in the garden where her brothers could not find her. They had a spider in a glass jar, and they said Susan must look at it. Susan did not like spiders.
She tried many hiding places in the garden. None of them were good enough.
At last Susan asked Nana who was knitting on the lawn:
“Do you know a very good place to hide?”
Nana looked around the garden ... then she said: “Hide behind the big oak tree near the fence. That is a good place to hide.”
Susan rode her bicycle to the big oak tree. She hid behind it and peeked out.
The lady next door looked over the fence.
“Hello, Susan,” said the lady next door, “are you hiding?”
“Yes,” said Susan, “but this is not really a good place to hide, is it?”
“No,” said the lady next door, “I can see you.”
“Please tell me ... where is a good place to hide?” asked Susan.
“Well, you could hide behind the tool shed. I could not see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode her bicycle across the garden to the tool shed.
She hid behind the tool shed and peeked out.
“Hello, Susan” said someone.
Susan turned. It was Mr. Gary, the man who came to cut the grass every week.
“Hello, Mr. Gary,” said Susan, “I’m hiding.”
“That’s good,” said Mr. Gary, “but I can see you, so you are not hiding too well.”
“Yes ... this is not a good place to hide, is it?” said Susan. “Mr. Gary, do you know a good place to hide?”
“Let me see now,” said Mr. Gary. He looked around the garden. “There’s a good place to hide. Hide behind that big rosebush. I will not be able to see you from here.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, and she rode off on her bicycle to hide behind the big rosebush.
She hid there until the mailman came through the garden gate.