Mitch and Amy
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Mitch and Amy both think being twins is fun, but that doesn't stop them from squabbling. Amy is good at reading. Mitch is a math whiz. Amy likes to play pretend. Mitch would rather skateboard. They never want to watch the same television show. And they always try to get the better of each other.
Then the school bully starts picking on Mitch -- and on Amy, too. Now the twins have something rotten in common: Alan Hibbler. This twosome must set aside their squabbles and band together to defeat a bully!
Maybe that was why she was such a good reader. Beginning back in the first grade, reading workbooks were great on rhymes. Cat, take away c and put an r in its place and what do you have? Rat. Amy had always enjoyed that sort of thing. Mrs. Huff began to recite, “My mother, your mother, Live across the way. Fifteen-sixteen East Broadway. Every night they have a fight And this is what they say. Icka bicka backa soda cracker Out goes she.” Amy was delighted and picked up the verse at
going to an old-fashioned school,” remarked Amy, who had attended the third grade in the main building. “I know,” agreed Marla. “I feel sort of like Laura in the Little House books.” “We’ve walked miles across the prairie,” said Amy. Marla took up the game. “With our scarves over the lower part of our faces to keep our noses from freezing.” Amy objected. “Not on the first day of school, silly. Nobody’s nose ever froze on the first day of school.” “I guess you’re right,” said Marla. “Leave
said she had been experimenting with food coloring.” “And she didn’t even care when everybody laughed. At least, I don’t think she did,” said Bonnie. “We would have to get her in our patrol at Scouts. She’ll probably bring dill pickles when it’s her turn to bring refreshments.” “Guess who’s her refreshment partner?” said Amy. “Me!” “Ee-yew!” cried Marla. “You poor thing!” At that point Mitchell walked into the kitchen and picked up the telephone. The scrubbing stopped, and the girls sat back
suspect that her floor-scrubbing party might not be a success after all. “Mom! Make Mitch leave us alone.” “You better come and look at this floor,” Mitchell advised his mother. “Oh, my goodness!” exclaimed Mrs. Huff, when she had come to inspect the kitchen floor and saw the rich layer of white lather. “And I have to start dinner in a little while.” “Too bad it isn’t whipped cream,” said Mitchell. “Then they could lick it up.” Amy glared at her brother while Bonnie and Marla went into a gale
potatoes, and squash. They all go into the oven at the same time.” She paused to consult a recipe for meat loaf on an oatmeal carton. “I can cook some things, but not meat loaf.” Amy was trying to get an equal amount of batter into each paper cup and thinking, Wait till I tell Marla that Bernadette cooks meat loaf all by herself. “Anyone who can read can cook,” said Bernadette a bit scornfully. Amy wondered if they had needed to use mixes, after all. She was beginning to like Bernadette and so