"Said what?" Mrs. Quimby was baffled. "Said what, Ramona? Beezus, what did he say?"
Beezus wiped the back of her wrist across her eyes and tried. "He said, ‘J-j-j—' "
Eagerness to beat her sister at telling what had happened overcame Ramona's reluctance. "He said, ‘Jesus, Beezus!' " Ramona looked up at her mother, waiting for her to be shocked. Instead she merely looked surprised and—could it be?—amused.
"And that is why I never, never, never want to be called Beezus again!" said Beezus.
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