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She tried to make up for speaking so disagreeably by stroking him, but Clawed merely turned his head long enough to give her a look that said, You are not my friend.

She’s playing she’s waiting for a bus,” explained Beezus. Henry groaned. It was the dumbest game he had ever heard of.

Then she decided her mother had not really guessed because she often asked where the fire was when Ramona was in a hurry.

As a child I very much objected to books that tried to teach me something. I just wanted to read for pleasure, and I did.

Ramona wished she could run, run, run out of that classroom as she had the day before and never come back.

I’m not a pest,” said Ramona indignantly, and to get even she stretched one of Susan’s curls and whispered, “Boing!

Ramona, are you having problems with your income tax?” Mrs. Quimby asked, behaving as if she were serious even though she was joking.

Besides, why wasn’t the top of the bottle screwed on tight? Because some grown-up had not screwed it on, that’s why. Children weren’t the only people who did things wrong.

I remember when Ramona named one of her dolls Chevrolet after the car.” Everyone laughed.

Ramona considered all these worries ridiculous, so she ignored them.

Safely past the livery stable, we crossed back over Maple Street. We usually met a relative or two. Sometimes it was Uncle Fred, my father’s oldest brother, who had a fascinating bald head. After we passed him, Mother said, “You mustn’t stare at Uncle Fred’s bald head. You might hurt his feelings.” How could I hurt his feelings when I so admired his bald head? I once tried to cut off my own hair so I could be bald, too.

Dad quietly observed Mother’s relentless control over me, and my growing desperation. When escape was unexpectedly offered, he saw it as an opportunity, not only for a year of college, but as a way of ending my relationship with Gerhart. As I look back, I can see that my father, even though I did not ask, always understood what I wanted – roller skates, a hard sponge-rubber ball, a hemp jump rope, a bicycle, and now, freedom. I was leaving.

She thought about Susan, who always acted big. In kindergarten there was no worse crime than acting big.

Ramona was filled with the glory of losing her first tooth and love for her teacher. Miss Binney had said she was brave! This day was the most wonderful day in the world! The sun shone, the sky was blue, and Miss Binney loved her.

She expected the class to laugh, but instead they listened in silent sympathy.

No family is perfect. Get that idea out of your head. And nobody is perfect either. All we can do is work at it. And we do.

Nobody had to tell Ramona about disappointment.

Being kissed by Gerhart was disappointing. I had expected a kiss to feel more like the time in Yamhill when I stuck my finger in the electric socket, only nice.

Life, Henry discovered, was suddenly so full of interesting things to do that he rode his bicycle through a pile of autumn leaves in the gutter just for the joy of hearing them crackle. “Clank, clank!” Ramona yelled after him. “Clank, clank!” answered Henry.

That’s my brother Germy,” said Daisy. “He thinks he’s a genius because he’s in high school.” “Jeremy,” corrected the brother to Ramona and added, “Tinsel Teeth,” to his sister.

Miss Binney was not like most grown-ups. Miss Binney understood.

But also, as you go through life, you pick up shreds of things, and eventually you are able to fit them together.

I know,” answered Yard Ape, “but we just keep him for a pet.

We have our ups and downs,” said Mrs. Quimby, “but we manage to get along, and we stick together.

Nothing infuriated Ramona more than having a grown-up say, as if she could not hear, that she was worn out.

Nobody understood. She wanted to behave herself. Except when banging her heels on the bedroom wall, she had always wanted to behave herself. Why couldn’t people understand how she felt?

My, Juanita, you’re getting to be a big girl. How old are you? I can’t keep track.

No,” said Ramona. “He’s the kind of grown-up who teases children and thinks he’s funny.

Didn’t grown-ups think children worried about anything but jack-o’-lanterns? Didn’t they know children worried about grown-ups?

She told us we must always rotate our crops and never, never perjure ourselves.

A happy ending for today,” corrected Ramona. Tomorrow they would begin all over again.

Now we lay Picky-picky down to sleep. We pray thee, Lord, his soul to keep. Thy love stay with him through the night and wake him with the morning light.

How can there be no such word as can’t? Ramona wondered. Mrs. Rudge had just said can’t. If there was so such word as can’t then Mrs. Rudge could not have said there was no such word as can’t. Therefore, what Mrs. Rudge said could not be true.

A shivery feeling ran down Ramona’s backbone, as if magic were taking place.

Ramona required accuracy from books as well as people.

Only grown-ups would say boots were for keeping feet dry. Anyone in kindergarten knew that a girl should wear shiny red or white boots on the first rainy day, not to keep her feet dry, but to show off. That’s what boots were for – showing off, wading, splashing, stamping.

She was surprised to feel his hand on her arm and still more surprised-almost unbelieving-to see his fingers unclasp his identification bracelet and remove it from his arm. Silently he fumbled with the bracelet and slipped it around her right wrist. with a tiny click he snapped the clasp shut. Jane gave a gasp of astonishment and turned questioning to Stan. She was wearing his identification bracelet! The silver links on her wrist were still warm from his arm.

Swell, just swell,” muttered Howie. “Twenty-nine kids laughing at me in girls’ socks carrying a stupid little pillow.

But maybe when he has worked at ShopRite longer, he will like it better. New jobs take getting used to.

Amy thought a moment. How could they get rid of their mother? “We could have her away taking care of a sick neighbor, and we are all alone in the house.

Mother, what am I going to do?′ Beezus demanded. ‘It’s checked out on my card and I’m responsible. They won’t let me take any more books out of the library, and I won’t have anything to read, and it will all be Ramona’s fault. She’s always spoiling my fun and it isn’t fair!’ Beezus didn’t know what she would do without her library card. She couldn’t get along without library books. She just couldn’t, that was all.

Plainly something had to be done and it was up to Beezus to do it.

He would be atleast sixteen-old enough to have a driver’s licence- and he would have crinkles around his eyes that showed he had a sense of humor and he would be tall, the kind of boy all the other girls would like to date.

If there’s one thing I can’t stand, its a cheeky mouse.

Ribsy jumped up on Henry and looked so eager that Henry couldn’t help petting him. “What am I going to do with you, anyway?” he asked.

The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else – grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.

I feel sometimes that in children’s books there are more and more grim problems, but I don’t know that I want to burden third- and fourth-graders with them.

Children want to do what grownups do.

My mother would read aloud to my father and me in the evening. She read mainly travel books.

I am not a pest,” Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus.

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