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It seems too good to be true. The most popular boy in school has asked Jane out -- and she's never even dated before. Stan is tall and good-looking, friendly and hard-working -- everything Jane ever dreamed of. But is she ready for this?
Suppose her parents won't let her go? What if she's nervous and makes a fool of herself? Maybe he'll think she's too young. If only she knew all the clever things to say. If only she were prettier. If only she were ready for this...
With her usual warmth, perceptiveness, and humor, Beverly Cleary creates the joys and worries of a young girl's first crush.
really like coffee?” Stan asked curiously over his chocolate milk shake. The coffee tasted bitter. Jane added more cream. “Sometimes,” fibbed Jane, bravely taking another sip. She felt less sophisticated than she had hoped she would. “I don’t,” said Stan. “I can’t see why so many people like such bitter stuff.” “Oh, you get used to it,” said Jane, trying to sound convincing. She took another cautious sip. Someone put a dime in the jukebox, and Stan looked at Jane across the table. “Next
on Macbeth’s castle. It looked like the wood was advancing.” Jane laughed. “That’s me. I’m creeping up on Cronk Memorial Hospital.” “Say, I’ll walk over with you,” offered a boy in a second-year letterman’s sweater. “No, thank you,” said Jane, and smiled at the crowd. “Bye now.” “Funny, I’ve never noticed her before,” she heard the letterman remark as she left. A delicious feeling of satisfaction flowed through Jane as she proceeded behind her flowers toward the hospital. She had been
last, she set the bouquet on the counter. “I would like to leave this for Stanley Crandall,” she said. The attendant, obviously trying to suppress a smile, flipped through a file of cards. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Crandall was discharged this morning,” she informed Jane. “So soon?” asked Jane in dismay. “Yes, we don’t keep them long nowadays,” explained the attendant, glancing at the card again. “You can reach him at seventeen Poppy Lane.” Jane’s confidence wavered. “Seventeen Poppy Lane,” she
plates of food, they walked through the carpet of wood sorrel that grew along the bank of the stream and found two rocks near the trickle of water. It was a perfect spot to be with Stan. There was even a full moon rising through the bay trees. Jane sat down on her rock with a sigh of pleasure. It was a beautiful, romantic moonlit night. Perhaps after Stan had eaten his steak he would turn to her and look deep into her eyes…. “This stream doesn’t have much water in it, but at least it’s wet,”
as the hill grew steeper, is that I am not the cashmere sweater type like Marcy. Marcy wore her cashmere sweaters as if they were of no importance at all. Jane had one cashmere sweater, which she took off the minute she got home from school. Marcy had many dates with the most popular boys in school and spent a lot of time with the crowd at Nibley’s. Jane had an occasional date with an old family friend named George, who was an inch shorter than she was and carried his money in a change purse