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The Indian in the Cupboard Complete Collection
Lynne Reid Banks
Complete 5 book set of The Indian in the Cupboard collection including, THE INDIAN IN THE CUPBOARD, RETURN OF THE INDIAN, SECRET OF THE INDIAN, THE MYSTERY OF THE CUPBOARD, KEY TO THE INDIANAll five books in the bestselling, best-loved Indian in the Cupboard collection about Omri and his plastic North American Indian – Little Bull – who comes alive:At first, Omri is unimpressed with the plastic Indian toy he is given for his birthday. But when he puts it in his old cupboard and locks the door with a very special key, Omri's life suddenly changes. When he meets Little Bull things are never really the same again . . .
The Indian in the Cupboard Complete Collection
The Indian in the CupboardReturn of the IndianThe Secret of the IndianThe Mystery of the CupboardThe Key to the Indian
LYNNE REID BANKS
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The Indian in the Cupboard first published in Great Britain by J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd in 1981 First published by HarperCollins in 1988 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1981 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
Return of the Indian first published in Great Britain by J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd in 1986 First published by HarperCollins in 1988 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1986 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
The Secret of the Indian first published in Great Britain by Collins in 1989 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1989 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1999
The Mystery of the Cupboard first published by Collins in 1993 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1993 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1993
The Key to the Indian first published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd in 1998 Text © Lynne Reid Banks 1998 Illustrations © Piers Sanford 1998
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Ebook Edition © DECEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780008124243
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CONTENTS
Cover (#u96b721e1-cf0a-55c2-bd93-33004b424912)
Title Page (#ub2caaf19-580b-5b22-b973-223662997183)
Copyright (#ue1d815c0-ae98-5134-8400-df548e0e60e1)
The Indian in the Cupboard (#u6d4bba87-37af-59d4-b5ae-9b6a7832af99)
Return of the Indian (#u467542e4-d32d-5a95-adb4-a0b4ca45bd1e)
The Secret of the Indian (#uaccb8a33-77b1-523d-a4eb-3d6c96226feb)
The Mystery of the Cupboard (#ua5f87ef6-b991-52e3-b1c5-a2a08a637638)
The Key to the Indian (#u81a88af8-4a0f-542c-934a-c5345e5308b8)
The Iroquois (#uf5cb9fc4-abb2-54c3-91e2-559a634f7954)
Native American Names (#uccb0077a-fe76-56b9-9b3c-be21d6769fbe)
Totem Poles (#u9e4a1e8e-f9de-5222-9391-1e41ee65dcb7)
Native American Symbols (#u9aaa9c57-ce35-597a-9488-76b78ccf65f0)
The Native American Shield (#u069e454c-9484-5be6-a6c5-7fe4b20cff13)
Cave Paintings (#u8f87a060-be67-5fad-ab32-807118993f82)
Laying a Trail (#u8aee2916-29bf-5b01-a9f1-7c6c3a8a58b7)
Native American Game (#ua47f58b6-8180-5c2f-a889-f420e7bc5d22)
Dream-catchers (#u1172f25c-0ef5-5656-bb2c-e7d4604bc311)
What If… (#u5317eab8-ab04-56e0-ab38-e2969fce1138)
Keep Reading (#u802680c5-d19e-52f1-99db-c5fd1520e702)
About the Author (#uaab0184b-b8c2-5bc4-8263-09bd9e87c257)
Also by the Author (#ub72827df-d030-5b06-9d34-b2a425b76676)
About the Publisher (#ufa520dba-3010-58b1-b204-f41027b0ebe5)
LYNNE REID BANKS
For Omri – who else?
CONTENTS
Cover (#u6d4bba87-37af-59d4-b5ae-9b6a7832af99)
Title Page (#u84ba2699-0a49-506c-b2a8-fd0d3afc472f)
Dedication (#ua0d469fc-fa4d-5713-a2c2-852e3cfe1748)
1. Birthday Presents (#u97364afb-ff73-5614-8d2f-8b1d7b023881)
2. The Door is Shut (#u92fd193b-436d-58ae-bf3b-7f40cc70b1bf)
3. Thirty Scalps (#u1ccf79fe-91ba-52a1-88ec-0f37040f0770)
4. The Great Outdoors (#uf7342952-b37b-5f97-be7f-9bb1f0a50eef)
5. Tommy (#uf9286fe7-d5e1-574c-bdab-5f44dbbf9e8f)
6. The Chief is Dead, Long Live the Chief (#ua54055d2-4a8a-5e22-8397-41fa67ffd982)
7. Uninvited Brothers (#ua3fb4f25-b859-5c40-b305-0ef2fbcf7e1f)
8. Cowboy! (#u518dbc8a-e6c7-5c38-a46b-2c006aa1bbc6)
9. Shooting Match (#ue0dafa49-5db0-5823-8cad-ff8da1be3e0c)
10. Breakfast Truce (#uc361cce5-0dfd-5476-990a-29afdae7dba9)
11. School (#u5107bde2-628a-5a94-ad8d-84026914eca6)
12. Trouble With Authority (#ue8c58af4-0abc-5765-b379-2a2715e30116)
13. Art and Accusation (#uc79ec16c-91a6-5157-8f00-9d54362b3f6a)
14. The Fateful Arrow (#u112db28d-26e3-56b6-a463-84121ad1ab6f)
15. Underfloor Adventure (#u39abf2c0-367d-56b2-ba1b-c08d74f8b151)
16. Brothers (#ucc73b08f-ccc6-5dda-a64a-85e9df841aca)
A Note From the Author (#u8b3f837d-a373-5c4f-8b18-c9c8833928be)
Chapter One BIRTHDAY PRESENTS (#ulink_fc68b949-aa71-5734-ae24-cf4d9457738d)
IT WAS NOT that Omri didn’t appreciate Patrick’s birthday present to him. Far from it. He was really very grateful – sort of. It was, without a doubt, very kind of Patrick to give Omri anything at all, let alone a secondhand plastic Red Indian which he himself had finished with.
The trouble was, though, that Omri was getting a little fed up with small plastic figures, of which he had loads. Biscuit-tinsful, probably three or four if they were all put away at the same time, which they never were because most of the time they were scattered about in the bathroom, the loft, the kitchen, the breakfast-room, not to mention Omri’s bedroom and the garden. The compost heap was full of soldiers which, over several autumns, had been raked up with the leaves by Omri’s mother, who was rather careless about such things.
Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys. But now they’d had about enough of them, at least for the moment, and that was why, when Patrick brought his present to school on Omri’s birthday, Omri was disappointed. He tried not to show it, but he was.
“Do you really like him?” asked Patrick as Omri stood silently with the Indian in his hand.
“Yes, he’s fantastic,” said Omri in only a slightly flattish voice. “I haven’t got an Indian.”
“I know.”
“I haven’t got any cowboys either.”
“Nor have I. That’s why I couldn’t play anything with him.”
Omri opened his mouth to say, “I won’t be able to either,” but, thinking that might hurt Patrick’s feelings, he said nothing, put the Indian in his pocket and forgot about it.
After school there was a family tea, and all the excitement of his presents from his parents and his two older brothers. He was given his dearest wish – a skateboard complete with kick-board and cryptonic wheels from his mum and dad, and from his eldest brother, Adiel, a helmet. Gillon, his other brother, hadn’t bought him anything because he had no money (his pocket-money had been stopped some time ago in connection with a very unfortunate accident involving their father’s bicycle). So when Gillon’s turn came to give Omri a present, Omri was very surprised when a large parcel was put before him, untidily wrapped in brown paper and string.
“What is it?”
“Have a look. I found it in the alley.”
The alley was a narrow passage that ran along the bottom of the garden where the dustbins stood. The three boys used to play there sometimes, and occasionally found treasures that other – perhaps richer – neighbours had thrown away. So Omri was quite excited as he tore off the paper.
Inside was a small white metal cupboard with a mirror in the door, the kind you see over the basin in old-fashioned bathrooms.
You might suppose Omri would once again be disappointed, because the cupboard was fairly plain and, except for a shelf, completely empty, but oddly enough he was very pleased with it. He loved cupboards of any sort because of the fun of keeping things in them. He was not a very tidy boy in general, but he did like arranging things in cupboards and drawers and then opening them later and finding them just as he’d left them.
“I do wish it locked,” he said.
“You might say thank you before you start complaining,” said Gillon.
“It’s got a keyhole,” said their mother. “And I’ve got a whole boxful of keys. Why don’t you try the smaller ones and see if any of them fit?”
Most of the keys were much too big, but there were half a dozen that were about the right size. All but one of these were very ordinary. The un-ordinary one was the most interesting key in the whole collection, small with a complicated lock-part and a fancy top. A narrow strip of red satin ribbon was looped through one of its curly openings. Omri saved that key to the last.
None of the others fitted, and at last he picked up the curly-topped key and carefully put it in the keyhole on the cupboard door, just below the knob. He did hope very much that it would turn, and regretted wasting his birthday-cake-cutting wish on something so silly (or rather, unlikely) as that he might pass his spelling test the next day, which it would take real magic to bring about as he hadn’t even looked at the words since they’d been given out four days ago. Now he closed his eyes and unwished the test-pass and wished instead that this little twisty key would turn Gillon’s present into a secret cupboard.
The key turned smoothly in the lock. The door wouldn’t open.
“Hey! Mum! I’ve found one!”
“Have you, darling? Which one?” His mother came to look. “Oh, that one! How very odd. That was the key to my grandmother’s jewel-box, that she got from Florence. It was made of red leather and it fell to bits at last, but she kept the key and gave it to me. She was most terribly poor when she died, poor old sweetie, and kept crying because she had nothing to leave me, so in the end I said I’d rather have this little key than all the jewels in the world. I threaded it on that bit of ribbon – it was much longer then – and hung it round my neck and told her I’d always wear it and remember her. And I did for a long time. But then the ribbon broke and I nearly lost it.”
“You could have got a chain for it,” said Omri.
She looked at him. “You’re right,” she said. “I should have done just that. But I didn’t. And now it’s your cupboard key. Please don’t lose it, Omri, will you.”
Omri put the cupboard on his bedside table, and opening it, looked inside thoughtfully. What would he put in it?
“It’s supposed to be for medicines,” said Gillon. “You could keep your nose-drops in it.”
“No! That’s just wasting it. Besides, I haven’t any other medicines.”
