Herbie was too busy playing fistball even to notice.” Oh, why doesn’t Herbie Cubbison come to my rescue? thought Sister as she chased Billy around and around the playground. But Billy was faster and kept just ahead of her. She pulled the rope free and ran after Billy. “Just me!” And with that he began jumping with Amy and got tangled in the rope. “Don’t you ‘hi’ me, said Sister, “and you better not have a worm, like you did yesterday, or a dead mouse, like you did the day before!” “Oh, no! Not that awful Billy Grizzwold!” said Sister, turning the rope faster and faster. “Is it Herbie?” asked Sister, not wanting to look. Sister Bear liked Herbie, and everybody knew it-except maybe Herbie. Oh! I hope it’s Herbie Cubbison! thought Sister. But the boys did sort of stay on one side of the playground and the girls on the other. There wasn’t any rule about a boys’ side and a girls’ side at Bear Country School. “There’s a boy coming over from the boys’ side of the playground, and guess who it is.”
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