“Mother, guess what! Mrs. Lucas wants me to baby-sit with Benjamin Saturday evening. They won’t be out late, and they’ll pay me and everything!” And stuff, thought Ramona. Beezus continued. “And Mrs. Lucas says she wants me because she knows I’m responsible. Oh, please, please—” “I don’t see why not,” said Mrs. Quimby. “We’ll be home, so we could help if there is an emergency, which I’m sure there won’t be.” Not with good old Beezus being so responsible all over the place, thought Ramona as Beezus danced off to the telephone.
