Now that the twins have begun to settle into their new lives at Elm Medona, they delve deeper into The Treasure Chest and uncover more about the Pickworth family, including the disappearance of their great-uncle Thorne and the theft of priceless family artifacts. In this adventure, The Treasure Chest transports Felix and Maisie to tropical St. Croix in 1772. There they meet a young man named Alexander Hamilton who is about to embark on a journey to New York. Felix and Maisie aren't sure why The Treasure Chest has brought them to meet Alexander, but they are determined to not let him out of their sights . . .even if that means stowing away on the very ship he is sailing off on! Ann Hood is the author of many books, including How I Saved My Father's Life (and Ruined Everything Else) , The Knitting Circle , Comfort , and The Red Thread . She also knits, wanders around museums, has cool glasses, loves the color pink (although she never wears it), and spends a lot of her time wishing she could time travel and meet famous people. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island with her family. Her work has appeared in The Paris Review , Tin House , O , The Oprah Magazine , and elsewhere. Denis Zilber lives in Israel. Chapter 1 The Holland Tunnel October arrived in Newport, Rhode Island, with bright blue skies, puffy white clouds, and perfect, cool autumn temperatures. The leaves on the trees along Bellevue Avenue began to turn red and gold and orange, and the tourists who clogged the streets all summer were gone, taking with them the traffic and crowds. For most children, October in Newport was idyllic. But not for Maisie and Felix Robbins. They wanted to be back in New York City, in their apartment at 10 Bethune Street, with their parents still married and their lives the way they had been before the divorce six months earlier had changed everything. That was why early on that beautiful October morning, when other children were down the road playing softball or out on the bay sailing or with their families buying apples and pumpkins in nearby Tiverton, Maisie and Felix sneaked down on the dumbwaiter from their -third-​-floor apartment where they lived and into Elm Medona. The seventy-room mansion had been built by their great-​great-​grandfather Phinneas Pickworth and was filled with tapestries from the Middle Ages, marble fireplaces imported from France, ceilings trimmed with real gold leaf, and the Pickworth symbols of peonies, peacocks, and pineapples painted and carved and etched into every inch of wood, canvas, and silk. Elm Medona technically belonged to the local preservation society now, but family members could still live in the apartment included on the grounds. The mansion had a room called The Treasure Chest, and in that room, stacked and nestled and leaning against one another, were artifacts and curiosities of all kinds: feathers, seashells, rocks; wands and sticks and canes; pieces of glass and string and paper; sealing wax, fountain pens, scales, compasses, tarnished silverware, dried watercolors, maps. The items in The Treasure Chest appeared to be limitless. Everywhere Maisie and Felix looked, they found yet another thing that caught their attention. A few weeks earlier, they had gone into The Treasure Chest and found a letter with a list of names on it. Somehow, that letter brought them back in time to Clara Barton’s farm in Oxford, Massachusetts, in 1836. Even though they had spent the night there, when they returned it seemed like little time had passed at all. Although they weren’t sure how they actually time -traveled—​-or how they got -back—​-what Maisie and Felix wanted was to do it again. But with a new school and so many new things to think about, they couldn’t find the right time to go to The Treasure Chest. And this time they wanted to go back six months and land in their old beds in New York City. Even though it was a Saturday, their mother had gone to work at the law office. Back in New York, she had spent three years going to NYU Law School, giving up her dream of becoming an actress and starring in a Broadway musical. Now she had her chance to prove herself. Fishbaum and Fishbaum was one of the oldest law firms in Newport, and their mother felt lucky to have this job. As a result, she had prepared them that she would work long hours and weekends. She had to. They waited for her to leave, then met in the hallway between their rooms. The apartment where they lived was the former servants’ quarters, but it was easy to get into the mansion below and go unnoticed. The -century-​-old house was so big that when they went there alone at night, their voices echoed and their footsteps seemed to thunder as they walked across the vast marble floors. Just like the last time, Felix climbed into the dumbwaiter in the kitchen and let Maisie send it down into the mansion’s basement. This time, though, he wasn’t at all afraid. Instead, he concentrated on their mission. Last night, th