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line now. And it looked like his friendly freckles were gone.
    Carly thought about the Lunch Rule. “Is there any green food for hot lunch?” she asked.
    Stacy laughed. “Our cook’s not that creative.”
    â€œWell, I am!” Jason Birchall said. He held up a long, skinny tube. “This is my dessert.”
    Jason didn’t just like the color green, he loved it. Especially green things like bullfrogs. Dill pickles, too.
    Carly looked at the long tube. “What’s it for?” she asked.
    â€œIt’s cake icing,” Jason said. “Wanna squeeze?”
    â€œMaybe later,” Carly said.
    She stared at Jason’s lunch. It was definitely a St. Patrick’s Day meal. There were bunches of green grapes, slices of green melon, and a cup of green Jell-O. And a giant dill pickle.
    â€œHey, you’re eating all green foods,” she said.
    â€œGreen as a bean!” Jason chanted. He poked his pointer fingers in the air and jerked his head around.
    The kids at the table laughed. So did Carly.
    â€œGreen as a bean!” they joined in.
    Kids were looking at them. Mostly Miss Hartman’s class, on the other side of the cafeteria.
    Carly didn’t mind.
    She opened her sack lunch. She stopped long enough to glance across at her younger brother.
    Jimmy had just set his lunch tray down.
    Carly could see his plate. There was brown meat and gravy and some white mashed potatoes. The other vegetable was orange. Carrots!
    Nice colors, but the wrong ones!
    Stacy was right. The school cook wasn’t very creative. Or maybe she wasn’t Irish.
    â€œThere isn’t a scrap of hot green food anywhere!” Carly said.
    Stacy and Abby nodded. “That’s true,” said Stacy.
    â€œIsn’t anybody else remembering St.Patrick’s Day?” Carly asked.

    Abby teased, “Looks like part Β of your wish isn’t working.”
    â€œHey!” Carly turned to her sister. “Do ya have to tell the whole world?”
    Abby just smiled. “It’s kinda cute, that’s all.”
    â€œNot cute ,” Carly said. “Cute’s for babies.” And she slid off her seat.
    â€œHey, don’t forget your green lunch,” Abby called.
    â€œForget you!” Carly snapped.
    She picked up her lunch sack. Then she marched to the other side of the cafeteria.

TEN
    Carly went to Jimmy’s table and sat down. She glanced around at the lunches.
    Everyone in her class was having green stuff for lunch. There was split pea soup and lots of celery sticks. One girl even had some raw spinach!
    No one at their table was having hot lunch.
    No one except Jimmy.
    He didn’t seem to care about her wish. Part A or part B. Nope. He sprinkled some salt and pepper on his gravy. And he dug right in.
    â€œHow’s it taste?” Carly asked him.
    â€œVery good.” It sounded like velly good.
    Carly stared at his tray. “Nothing’s green on your plate,” she whined.
    Jimmy nodded. “I not eat green. I NOT Irish.”
    â€œWhere are your friendly freckles?” she asked.
    â€œNot like green dot face,” he said.
    The boy next to Jimmy laughed.
    Jimmy joined in.
    That did it!
    Carly leaped up. She flew across the cafeteria to Abby’s table.
    Jason’s tube of cake icing was in plain view.
    â€œMind if I squeeze this?” she asked.
    Jason didn’t have a chance to answer. She was gone before he could say “St. Patrick’s Day.”
    At Jimmy’s table, Carly hid the icing behind her. She hurried around to Jimmy. “I get my wish!” she said.
    She leaned over Jimmy’s shoulder.
    And . . .
    Squeeeeeeze!
    Out came the gooey, green icing.
    Plop!
    It landed in Jimmy’s gravy.
    â€œEew!” The kids at the table groaned.
    â€œHappy St. Patrick’s Day!” she singsang to her brother.
    Jimmy’s eyes were big now. Not angry, just big.
    Slowly, he picked up his fork and