Ramona's World
“She had other things to think about. “I wish I would hurry up and be old enough to baby-sit,” she confided to Beezus one cold, wet morning as she watched her sister put on a new T-shirt she had bought with money she had earned. “I’ve had a lot of practice with Roberta when Mother is busy. I know I could do it.”
Beezus looked thoughtful. “Maybe . . .” She was not so sure. She looked at her sister, who was pulling on her socks as she lay on her bed with her feet in the air. “You’re really more of a cheerleader type.”
“I am?” Ramona sat up, startled at this insight into her character. “How come?”
“Oh, you know—” Beezus airily waved her hand. “You’re always jumping around and waving things.”
Ramona did not know what to say, so she said, “I don’t care. I still want to baby-sit.”
That was why, one afternoon shortly before semester break, Ramona came home from school and faced her mother with a question: “If I’m not old enough to baby-sit, am I old enough to cat-sit?”
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