Ramona [antikvár]

A PRESENT FOR WILLA JEAN "When will they be here?" asked Ramona Quim-by, who was supposed to be dusting the living room but instead was twirling around trying to make herself dizzy. She was much too excited to dust. "In half an hour," cried her mother from the kitchen, where she and Ramona's big sister Bea-trice were opening and closing the refrigerator and oven doors, bumping into one another, for-