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This was a book that i missed as a child. I think I started it once, but it didn’t grab me (then or now). I managed to finish it because it is (a) quite short and (b) not terrible, just not a favorite.

Two children decide to run away to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. While they’re there, they eat in the automat, rent a mail box at the Grand Central Post Office, and take baths in a fountain.

They also discover a mystery that leads them to the titular character. I suppose this book was very popular because it was set in a real place. I never went to the met as a child, so it was less relevant to my interests compared to, say, “My side of the Mountain.”