Harriet, the Spy HARRIET WAS TRYING to explain to Sport how to play Town.“See, first you make up the name of the town.Then you write down the names of all the people who live in it. You can’t have too many or it gets too hard. I usually have twenty-five.” “Ummmm.” Sport was tossing a football in the air.They were in the courtyard of Harriet’s house on East Eightyseventh Street in Manhattan. “Then when you know who lives there, you make up what they do. For instance, Mr Charles Hanley runs the filling station on the corner.” Harriet spoke thoughtfully as she squatted next to the big tree, bending so low over her notebook that her long straight hair touched the edges. “Don’tcha wanta play football?” Sport asked. “Now, listen, Sport, you never did this and it’s fun. Now over here next to this curve in the mountain we’ll put the filling station. So if anything happens there, you remember where it is.”