Chapter 3 The Stupid Smelly Bus
Chapter 3 The Stupid Smelly Bus
The bus wasn't like my daddy's car at all. It was very big inside.
And the seats didn't have any cloth on them.
The little curly girl was sitting near the front. And so I tapped on her.
"Guess what?" I said. "Mother said for me to sit here."
"No!" she said. "I'm saving this seat for my best friend, Mary Ruth Marble!"
Then she put her little white purse on the place where I was going to sit.
And so I made a face at her. "Hu
