Beatrice Quimby's biggest problem was her little sister Ramona. Beatrice, or Beezus (as everyone called her, because that was what Ramona had called her . Beverly Cleary I L L U S T R AT E D B Y Tracy Dockray v viii Contents 1. Beezus and Her Little Sister 1 2. Beezu Beezus and Ramona. Beverly Cleary. Beezus and Ramona. Read more · Ramona Forever · Read more · Ramona's Beezus and Ramona · Read more · Great Uncle Dracula [Age 8 Reading Level].
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Beverly Cleary I L L U S T R AT E D B Y Tracy Dockray v viii Contents 1. Beezus and Her Little Sister 1 2. Beezu Beezus and Ramona · Beezus and Ramona. Beezus and Ramona. By Beverly Cleary. Suggestions and Expectations. This 43 page curriculum unit can be used in a variety of ways. Each chapter of the. Beezus Quimby tries very hard to be patient with her little sister, but four-year-old Ramona has the habit of doing the most unpredictable, annoying.
In , Cleary wrote Ramona the Pest and went on to write six more Ramona books during the s and s. One day, Cleary saw a neighbor girl walking home from the store. And she had opened the butter and was eating it.
Sometimes I have to go back and figure out how a character got to a particular point. I did this, and called it 'Ramona and the Three Wise Persons. So after that story was published, I wrote how she got to that point.
So in this case, I wrote the last chapter first. Cleary chose the name Klickitat because it reminded her of the sound of knitting needles.
Soon after, she decided to try her hand at writing for and about real children. Ramona has a complex personality with good and bad traits that change as she matures.
Beezus had thought it was cunning the first time she heard Ramona say it, about a year ago. Since then she had given up trying to explain to Ramona that she wasn't supposed to say she had brown and white eyes, because Ramona always answered, "My eyes are brown and white," and Beezus had to admit that, in a way, they were.
Wishing, as she so often did, that she had a more common nickname, like Betty or Patsy, she explained as quickly as she could how she happened to be called Beezus. Ramona did not like to lose the attention of her audience.
She hitched up the leg of her overalls and raised her knee. That was one of the most exasperating things about Ramona. She never seemed to understand what she was not supposed to do.
Wisser's friend, but she did not look at it as if she really thought it was nice. Wisser," said Beezus politely, and hoped that if they met anyone else they knew she could somehow manage to hide Ramona behind a bush. Except for holding Ramona's hand crossing the streets, Beezus lingered behind he the rest of the way to the library. She hoped that all the people who stopped and smiled at Ramona would not think they were together.
When they reached the Glenwood Branch Library, she said, "Ramona, wouldn't you like me to carry your ears for you now? Inside the library, Beezus hurried Ramona into the boys and girls' section and seated her on a little chair in front of the picture books. Wouldn't you like that? Beezus' face turned red with embarresment when everyone in the library looked at Ramona's ears and smiled. Beezus slected another book. Here's a funny story about a kitten that falls into the goldfish bowl.
If only Miss Evans, the children's librarian, were there! She would know how to select a book for Ramona. Beezus noticed Miss Greever glance distapprovingly in their direction while the other grownups watched Ramona and smiled.
When Beezus had selected her book, she returned to the picture-book section, where she found Ramona sitting on the bench with both arms clasped around a big flat book. On the cover was a picture of a steam shovel with its jaws full of rocks. The title was Big Steve the Steam Shovel. Under the disapproving stare of Miss Greever, Beezus gave up. Ramona was right.
Beezus looked with distaste at the big orange-colored book in its stout library binding. At least it would be due in two weeks, but Beezus did not feel very happy at the thought of two more weeks of steam shovels. And it just went to show how Ramona always got her own way. Beezus pulled her library card out of her sweater pocket. A library isn't like a store, where you download things. Beezus watched doubtfully while Miss Greever asked Ramona her name and age.
When Ramona didn't understand, she asked, "What kind of work does your father do? Somehow Beezus did not like to have Miss Greever laugh at her sister. After all, how could Ramona be expected to know what Father did? Miss Greever wrote this down on the card and shoved it across the desk to Ramona.
Nothing daunted, Ramona grasped the pencil in her fist and began to write. She bore down so hard that the tip snapped off the lead, but she wrote on. When she laid down the pencil, Beezus picked up the card to see what she had written.
The line on the card was filled with. Ramona brightened at this, and Miss Greever checked out the books on Beezus' card. As soon as they got home, Ramona demanded, "Read my new book to me. And so Beezus began. He was the biggest steam shovel in the whole city. His only sound effects were tooting and growling. Big Steve did not shed tears or want to be a pile driver. He worked hard at being a steam shovel, and by the end of the book Beezus had learned a lot about steam shovels.
Unfortunatly, she did not want to learn about steam shovels. Oh, well, she guessed she could stand two weeks of Big Steve. He's better than Scoopy. Beezus found pencil and paper and wrote Ramona in large, careful letters across the top of the paper. See, like that. You don't have an i or a t in your name, because it isn't spelled that way. What was the use? Trying to explain spelling and writing to Ramona was too complicated.
Everything became difficult when Ramona was around, even an easy thing like taking a book out of the library. Well, if Ramona was happy thinking her name was spelled with i 's and t 's, she could go ahead and think it.
The next two weeks were fairly peaceful. Mother and Father soon tired of tooting and growling and, like Beezus, they looked forward to the day Big Steve was due at the library. Father even tried to hide the book behind the radio, but Ramona soon found it. Beezus was happy that one part of her plan had worked -- Ramona had forgotten The Littlest Steam Shovel now that she had a better book.
On Ramona's second trip to the library, perhaps Miss Evans could find a book that would make her forget steam shovels entirely. As for Ramona, she was perfectly happy. She had three people to read aloud a book she liked, and she spent much of her time covering sheets of paper with i 's and t 's.
Sometimes she wrote in pencil, sometimes she wrote in crayon, and once she wrote in ink until her mother caught her at it. Finally, to the relief of the rest of the family, the day came when Big Steve had to be returned.
Ramona looked sulky, but she went into the bodroom.
In a few minutes she appeared with Big Steve in her hand and a satisfied expression on her face. Mother looked alarmed. Let me see.
Every page in the book was covered with enormous purple i 's and t 's in Ramona's very best handwriting. And in crayon so it won't erase. Why did you do a think like that? She's always spoiling my fun and it isn't fair!
She couldn't get along without library books. She just couldn't, that was all. I can't read and it isn't fair. Ramona, you were a very naughty girl! If you'll get my purse I'll give you some money to pay for the damage to the book.
Take Ramona along with you, explain what happened, and the librarian will tell you how much to pay. This made Beezus feel better. Ramona sulked all the way to the library, but when they got there Beezus was pleased to see that Miss Evans, the children's librarian, was sitting behind the desk. Miss Evans was the kind of librarian who would understand about little sisters. Beezus wondered what Miss Evans had heard about Ramona. Never, never, never.
The librarian turned the pages of the book. Miss Evans consulted a file of little cards in a drawer. I'm sorry, but this is the rule. It will cost two dollars and fifty cents. Two dollars and fifty cents! What a lot of things that would have bought, Beezus reflected, as she pulled three folded dollar bills out of her pocket and handed them to the librarian. Miss Evans put the money in a drawer and gave Beezus fifty cents in change.
Then Miss Evans took a rubber stamp and stamped something inside the book. By twisting her head around, Beezus could see that the word was Discarded. Ramona grabbed the book. I told you it was mine! Beezus could see that Ramona didn't care. The book was hers, wasn't it? It was paid for and she could keep it. And that's not fair, thought Beezus. Ramona shouldn't get her own way when she had been naughty. Now every time she finds a book she likes she will.
She knew very well what Ramona would do, but she wasn't going to say it out loud in front of her.