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Author: Eleanor Estes Copyright Date: 1943 Publisher: Harcourt, Brace & World Pagination: 320 p. |
Rufus M. That’s the way Rufus wrote his name on his heavy arithmetic paper and on his blue-lined spelling paper. Rufus M. went on one side of the paper. His age, seven, went on the other. Rufus had not learned to write his name in school, though that is one place for learning to write. He had not learned to write his name at home either, though that is another place for learning to write. The place where he had learned to write his name was the library, long ago before he ever went to school at all. This is the way it happened. 
One day when Rufus had been riding his scooter up and down the street, being the motorman, the conductor, the passengers, the
steam, and the whistle of a locomotive, he came home and found Joey, Jane, and Sylvie, all reading in the front yard. Joey and Jane were sitting on the steps
of the porch and Sylvie was sprawled in the hammock, a book in one hand, a chocolate-covered peppermint in the other.Rufus stood with one bare foot on his scooter and one on the grass and watched them. Sylvie read the fastest. This was natural since she was the oldest. But Joey turned the pages almost as fast and Jane went lickety-cut on the good parts. They were all reading books and he couldn’t 
even read yet. These books they were reading were library books. The library must be open today. It wasn’t open every day, just a few days a week.“I want to go to the library,” said Rufus. “And get a book,” he added.  |
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