That’s funny, thought Mitchell, sawing the board in two, nobody told her to practice.
After breakfast Mitchell went out to the patio to work on the skateboard he was building out of an old board and a roller skate while Amy went to her room and began to play her cello. Huff, who had to catch a bus to the city, glanced at his watch and said, “That ought to settle this morning’s squabble.” “Okay, Mom. Huff, “or I shall serve hot oatmeal every morning, three hundred sixty-five days of the year, and you won’t have any box tops to send away.” Mr. “You always grab the good box tops, and then don’t send away for things.” “You sent away for the pedometer.” “Yes, but it broke the first time I used it,” said Mitchell. “How come you get all the good box tops?” “I don’t,” said Amy. “You got the last one.” “But it wasn’t a good box top,” said 1 “It’s my turn to get the box top.” “It is not!” said Amy. At breakfast Amy grabbed a cereal box top and said, “I’m going to send away for the plastic harmonica that looks like an ear of corn.” “Oh, no you don’t!” said Mitchell. Itchell Huff ’s day began like any other summer day-with a squabble with his twin sister Amy. Showdown 251 About the Author Other Books by Beverly Cleary Credits Cover Copyright About the Publisher
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