Ramona grabbed the book. “It’s mine. I told you it was mine!” Then she turned to Beezus and said triumphantly, “You said people didn’t buy books at the library and now you just bought one!
She would not have hurt the old man’s feelings for anything in the world.
Ralph really felt sorry for the boy, hampered as he was by his youth and his mother.
This morning the sun was shining, so Barry and I mailed my letter to Mr. Henshaw and then walked over to see if there were still any butterflies in the grove. We only saw three or four, so I guess most of them have gone north for the summer. Then we walked down to the little park at Lovers Point and sat on a rock watching sailboats on the bay for a while. When clouds began to blow in we walked back to my house.
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Emily was lucky in many ways. She was lucky in the house she lived in, a house with three balconies, a cupola, banisters just right for sliding down, and the second bathtub in Yamhill County.
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.
And the muscles of his scrawny arms Are strong as rubber bands.
Girl Snouts.” “We are not,” contradicted Sarah. “We’re Girl Scouts.” “Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four,” counted Mrs. Collins, who was the jolly type and did not understand how parents sometimes embarrass their children. Down the hill marched the class. Mitchell felt Bernadette’s toe on his heel again and jumped in time.
Daisy picked up the large, limp cat that was almost too heavy for her. “This is Clawed,” she said. “C-l-a-w-e-d,” she spelled. “Not like a man’s name. My brother named him Clawed because he had been clawed by another cat when he found him hiding in a gutter. Daddy says he hopes Jeremy never finds a wounded skunk.
Don’t eat so noisily. My grandmother used to say, ‘A smack at the table is worth a smack on the bottom.
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.