Poor Miss Binney, dressed like Mother Goose, now had the responsibility of sixty-eight boys and girls.
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.
Willa Jean, pleased to have her grandmother on her side, set a red checker on top of a black checker. “Your turn,” she said to Ramona as if she were being generous.
What’s the use of having a motorcycle if you can’t go tearing around staying out late?” Ralph asked reasonably.
She had lost interest in crayoning.
She’s playing she’s waiting for a bus,” explained Beezus. Henry groaned. It was the dumbest game he had ever heard of.
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.
The world, Ramona decided, was full of people who used their dictionary skills and probably weren’t any fun. Then.
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.
She thought about Susan, who always acted big. In kindergarten there was no worse crime than acting big.
We have our ups and downs,” said Mrs. Quimby, “but we manage to get along, and we stick together.
A happy ending for today,” corrected Ramona. Tomorrow they would begin all over again.
But also, as you go through life, you pick up shreds of things, and eventually you are able to fit them together.
Nothing infuriated Ramona more than having a grown-up say, as if she could not hear, that she was worn out.
Miss Binney was not like most grown-ups. Miss Binney understood.
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’m not a pest,” said Ramona indignantly, and to get even she stretched one of Susan’s curls and whispered, “Boing!
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.
Plainly something had to be done and it was up to Beezus to do it.
She expected the class to laugh, but instead they listened in silent sympathy.