Imagine if you lived in the White House... Archie Roosevelt is a typical kid -- except that his dad is Teddy Roosevelt, the president of the United States, and they live in the White House! When Archie and his siblings get their hands on a treasure map, they are on the hunt. From the cluttered study to the spooky attic, the map takes them on an adventure through the White House and its history, and leads them to a treasure they'll never forget! Teddy Roosevelt and the Treasure of Ursa Major is based on a play produced by the Kennedy Center and the White House Historical Association that is touring across the country. This book is the first in a three-book series about the history of the White House and the kids who lived there, and it's a treasure hunt that you won't want to miss! Ronald Kidd is the author of the highly acclaimed Monkey Town: The Summer of the Scopes Trial, as well as On Beale Street. His novels of adventure, comedy, and mystery have received the Children's Choice Award, an Edgar Award nomination, and honors from the American Library Association, the Library of Congress, and the New York Public Library. He is a two-time O'Neill playwright who lives in Nashville, Tennessee. Ard Hoyt has illustrated a number of books, including Utterly Otterly Day, One-Dog Canoe, Saying Goodbye to Lulu, When the Cows Got Loose, and the New York Times bestsellers I'm a Manatee by John Lithgow and The Hair of Zoe Fleefenbacher Goes to School by Laurie Halse Anderson. Ard lives in Bentonville, Arkansas with his wife and five daughters. Laura Bush was First Lady of the United States from 2001 to 2009. She founded both the National Book Festival and the Texas Book Festival. Find the treasure, Archie,” said the ghost. It appeared out of nowhere, a dim shape with gleaming eyes and a voice like sandpaper. “B-but I’m just a kid,” I said. “Find the treasure before the others,” said the ghost. “Find the treasure. Find the treasure. Find the treasure. . . .” The voice faded out, and the shape melted away. My name is Archie Roosevelt. I’m eleven years old. I live with my father, mother, five brothers and sisters, a rabbit, a pony, a macaw, and a ghost. I never knew my house was haunted. But then, there were a lot of things I didn’t know about it. Once, soldiers set it on fire and burned it to the ground. It has a desk made from an abandoned sailing ship. And according to legend, it’s filled with secret passageways. Oh, there’s one other thing I learned about it. They say that somewhere, among the rooms or inside the walls, there’s a hidden treasure. You’ve probably heard of my house. You may have even been there. It’s the White House. My father is Theodore Roosevelt, president of the United States. I found out about the treasure, the ghost, and all the rest one dark, stormy night. The night started normally enough—well, normally for my family. I came running into the library, holding a cage containing my latest pet. “Hey, Pop, look what I caught. It’s a badger!” My father was putting on his tie. Leaning down, he squinted at the cage. “That’s not a badger. It’s a mouth with a leg at each corner.” My fifteen-year-old brother, Kermit, clomped by on stilts. “He didn’t catch that badger. We both did.” Ethel twirled around, dancing to music that only she heard. “I don’t care who caught it. I think it’s disgusting.” Ethel was thirteen and believed she was smarter than anyone in the room. She was, if you only counted her and the badger. My father glanced in the mirror and straightened his tie. He has a proud chin, a bristling mustache, and little glasses that he balances on his nose. Some people say he’s short and stocky, but to me he’s ten feet tall. He turned to his valet, James Amos, who was standing by as usual, perfectly dressed and in control. “James, did you see Mrs. Roosevelt off to her carriage?” “Yes, sir. Right on time.” I guess my mother needed a rest. She had all the duties of the First Lady, and in her spare time she raised six children. The two oldest, Alice and Teddy Junior, had already moved out. Earlier that day she had taken the youngest, Quentin, to visit my aunt. That left Kermit, Ethel, and me. “Did the Russian ambassador arrive yet?” my father asked. “Due any minute,” said James. “Pop,” said Kermit, wobbling on his stilts, “are the Russians and Japanese still fighting?” “Yes, but only until I get them in a room together. Then we’ll iron this thing out.” I decided it was time to talk about important things. “Can we get a rabbit?” I asked. Ethel twirled past me. “You’ve already got a rabbit.” “That’s just it,” I said. “The rabbit needs a friend.” “Very well, we’ll get another rabbit,” said my father. “James, make a note. And I need a shave.” He went to his desk and picked up a sheaf of documents in one hand and a half dozen newspapers in the other. My father likes to do several things at once. He says it’s his way of giving the American people their money’s worth. Settling into a chair, he open