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Mitch and Amy
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Author: Beverly Cleary
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“We’re playing we’re pioneer girls enduring hardships.”
    â€œIn those dresses?” Mrs. Huff looked amused.
    â€œWe’re pretending they are calico,”explained Amy. “They are all we have to dress up in. Nobody wears calico anymore.”
    â€œI see what you mean,” said Mrs. Huff. “You could hardly be pioneer girls in your mother’s old slacks.”
    â€œCome on, Marla, let’s find the aprons.” Amy pulled two aprons out of a drawer in the kitchen and handed one to Marla, who put it on over her chiffon evening gown, but somehow, now that they had left the bedroom and had spoken to Mrs. Huff, the spell was broken. The game of pretend no longer seemed urgent. “I suppose we should cook something, especially since we’re burning up the chairs,” said Amy.
    â€œSome cornmeal mush or something,” agreed Marla.
    â€œMaybe we could really cook something.” Amy cooked at every opportunity and was particularly good at making French toast.
    â€œYes, let’s cook something and pretend it’scornmeal mush.” Marla was as enthusiastic about cooking as Amy, although her mother did not often permit her to make a mess in the kitchen.
    The birdcall record had come to an end, and Mrs. Huff had overheard the conversation. “You may make some instant pudding if you like,” she said. “There’s a package in the cupboard with the canned goods. Lemon-flavored, I think, so it will at least be yellow like cornmeal mush.”
    â€œThanks, Mom.” Amy found the package of pudding mix and removed the plastic cover from the electric mixer, explaining, “I know pioneers didn’t have one of these, but I love to use the mixer.”
    â€œSo do I,” agreed Marla.
    Outside the kitchen door Amy heard the sound of a skate being thrown down on the concrete patio, and then she saw Mitchell, sweaty, red-faced, and cross, come through the back door. He glared at her anddemanded, “How come you always get to use the electric mixer?”
    Amy had not forgotten the dandelion fluff Mitchell had blown away before she could make a wish. “Because I’m a girl, that’s why,” she answered. “I bet you’re cross because your old skateboard wouldn’t work. It probably fell apart the minute you started downhill.”
    â€œIt did too work! It worked just fine.” Mitchell was furious. He stood there with his fists clenched and one lock of hair, the one he never could slick down, standing straight up on the crown of his head. His shirttail was hanging out. Mitchell never could remember to tuck in the back of his shirt.
    Amy knew that as much as her brother liked motors, his anger was not caused by her getting to use the electric mixer. Something had happened to Mitchell while he was road testing his skateboard.
    At that point Mrs. Huff came into thekitchen. “Why, Mitchell!” she exclaimed, seeing his red face and his scowl. “Whatever is the matter?”
    â€œNothing,” said Mitchell ferociously. “Why is everybody picking on me?”
    â€œNobody is picking on you,” said Mrs. Huff. “Something is the matter or you wouldn’t be acting this way, but, if you don’twant to tell us, you don’t have to.”

    Amy saw anger drain out of Mitchell’s face but hurt remain. Now she understood that something had hurt her brother’s feelings and without even knowing what it was, she felt indignant. How dare anyone hurt Mitchell’s feelings!
    Marla, who was not even a member of the family, looked sympathetic too.
    Mitchell kicked the leg of the kitchen table with the toe of his sneaker, and Amy noticed that their mother restrained herself from telling him not to kick the furniture. “Aw, a couple of guys—” he said and stopped.
    â€œWhat did they do?” Mrs. Huff asked gently.
    â€œThey wrecked my skateboard and pounded up my skate so it
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