Mary Jane was one of those girls who always wanted to pretend she was a mother and who always wanted Ramona to be the baby. Quimby, would it be all right if Beezus and I take Ramona to kindergarten?” she asked. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next. “I’m not pestering,” protested Ramona, who never meant to pester. “Come Mama!” urged Ramona, pausing in her singing and skipping. Today she was going to learn to read and write and do all the things that would help her catch up with Beezus. No longer would she have to sit on her tricycle watching Beezus and Henry Huggins and the rest of the boys and girls in the neighborhood go off to school. “This is a great day, a great day, a great day!” she sang, and to Ramona, who was feeling grown up in a dress instead of play clothes, this was a great day, the greatest day of her whole life. Ramona went on with her singing and skipping. The people who called her a pest were always bigger and so they could be unfair. No matter what others said, she never thought she was a pest. I’m singing and skipping,” said Ramona, who had only recently learned to skip with both feet. She was standing by the front window waiting for her friend Mary Jane to walk to school with her. “Then stop acting like a pest,” said Beezus, whose real name was Beatrice. “I am not a pest,” Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus.
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