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    â€œSee my two-wheeler,” cried Ramona, pedaling in a lopsided circle.
    â€œWell, aren’t you a big girl!” exclaimed her mother. “How did you ever manage to do that?”
    Ramona came to a halt. “Howie fixed my trike for me and told me how to ride it.”
    â€œWhat a clever boy!” said Mrs. Quimby. “You must be very good with tools.”
    Howie beamed with pleasure at this compliment.
    â€œAnd Mama,” said Ramona, “Howie says I can have Miss Binney’s ribbon.”
    â€œSure,” agreed Howie. “What do I want with an old ribbon?”
    â€œI’m going to weave it in and out of the front spokes of my two-wheeler and ride so fast it will make a blur,” said Ramona. “Come on, Howie, let’s go eat our tuna-fish sandwiches.”

3
Seat Work
    T here were two kinds of children who went to kindergarten—those who lined up beside the door before school, as they were supposed to, and those who ran around the playground and scrambled to get into line when they saw Miss Binney approaching. Ramona ran around the playground.
    One morning as Ramona was runningaround the playground she noticed Davy waiting for Henry Huggins to lead him across the intersection. She was interested to see that Davy was wearing a black cape pinned to his shoulders with two big safety pins.

    While Henry held up two cars and a cement truck, Ramona watched Davy crossing the street. The more Ramona saw of Davy, the better she liked him. He was such a nice shy boy with blue eyes and soft brown hair. Ramona always tried to choose Davy for her partner in folk dancing, and when the class played Gray Duck Ramona always tagged Davy unless he was already in the mush pot.
    When Davy arrived, Ramona marched up to him, and asked, “Are you Batman?”
    â€œNo,” said Davy.
    â€œAre you Superman?” asked Ramona.
    â€œNo,” said Davy.
    Who else could Davy be in a black cape? Ramona stopped and thought, but was unable to think of anyone else who wore a cape. “Well, who are you?” she asked at last.
    â€œMighty Mouse!” crowed Davy, delighted that he had baffled Ramona.
    â€œI’m going to kiss you, Mighty Mouse!” shrieked Ramona.
    Davy began to run and Ramona ran after him. Round and round the playground they ran with Davy’s cape flying out behind him. Under the traveling bars and around the jungle gym she chased him.
    â€œRun, Davy! Run!” screamed the rest of the class, jumping up and down, until Miss Binney was seen approaching, and everyone scrambled to get into line.
    Every morning afterward when Ramona reached the playground she tried to catch Davy so she could kiss him.
    â€œHere comes Ramona!” the other boys and girls shouted, when they saw Ramona walking down the street. “Run, Davy! Run!”
    And Davy ran with Ramona after him. Round and round the playground they ran while the class cheered Davy on.
    â€œThat kid ought to go out for track when he gets a little older,” Ramona heard one of the workmen across the street say one day.

    Once Ramona came near enough to grab Davy’s clothes, but he jerked away, popping the buttons off his shirt. For once Davy stopped running. “Now see what you did!” he accused. “My mother is going to be mad at you.”
    Ramona stopped in her tracks. “I didn’t do anything,” she said indignantly. “I just hung on. You did the pulling.”
    â€œHere comes Miss Binney,” someone called out, and Ramona and Davy scurriedto get in line by the door.
    After that Davy stayed farther away from Ramona than ever, which made Ramona sad because Davy was such a nice boy and she did so long to kiss him. However, Ramona was not so sad that she stopped chasing Davy. Round and round they went every morning until Miss Binney arrived.
    Miss Binney, by this time, had begun to teach her class something more than games, the rules of the