8 PLAN AHEAD!

PLAN AHEAD! The Tengs weren't home. Mr. Columbi scratched his neck. "Nope." Kalia said, "Potty, potty, potty!" Kalia's mom said, "Sorry, I don't think so, girls. Oh, honey, yuck!" Mr. Ensor, who was really incredibly old, rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't need any rope. Thanks anyway."

提前计划!邓氏一家不在家。 科伦比搔了搔脖子。 “不。”Kalia说：“嘘嘘嘘嘘！”Kalia的妈妈说：“对不起，我不这么认为，孩子们。 哦，亲爱的，真恶心！”恩索尔先生年纪大得令人难以置信，他揉了揉额头说：“不需要绳子。 谢谢。”

"I love your hat!" squealed Eleanor-wholived- in-the-blue-house. "A rope? Give them enough rope! Ahahahahaha! You kids are wild! Great!" Mr. Larson was talking on his phone. "Not now. No. Rope? No. I'm not talking to you, Frank. It's these kids. No, no rope! Come back later or something." Mrs. Larson said, "Get off the phone, Bennett! It's not ours, Bean, sorry." Fester the dog barked. There was nobody at his house except him. Ivy took a deep breath. She took one step onto Mrs. Trantz's front path. Like magic, the door opened, and Mrs. Trantz was standing on her

“我喜欢你的帽子！”住在蓝房子里的埃莉诺尖叫道。 “一根绳子?给他们足够的绳子！Ahahahahaha !你们这些孩子太疯狂了！太好了!”拉森先生正在打电话。 “不是现在。否。绳子吗?否。我不想跟你说话，弗兰克。 是这些孩子。不，不要绳子！待会儿再来吧。” 拉尔森太太说：“贝内特，把电话挂了！这不是我们的，宾，对不起。” 溃烂的狗叫。除了他自己，没有人在他家里。 艾薇深吸了一口气。她朝特兰兹太太的门前走了一步。 门像变魔术一样开了，特兰兹太太站在她身上

porch. "What are you doing in my garden, little girl?" yelled Mrs. Trantz. "Hi, Mrs. Trantz," began Ivy politely. "Don't Mrs. Trantz me!" yelled Mrs. Trantz, not politely. "What are those children doing on the sidewalk there? Is that Bernice?" She peered at Bean, who was bravely standing at the edge of Mrs. Trantz's white gravel, and at the other kids, who were sort of crouched in the hedge next door. "Go away!" Ivy held up the yellow rope. It was shaking a little. Most grown-ups at least pretended to like kids. Not Mrs. Trantz. "We were wondering—"

门廊。“小女孩，你在我的花园里干什么？”特兰茨太太喊道。 “你好，特兰茨太太。”艾薇礼貌地说。 “别这样，特兰兹太太！”特兰兹太太不礼貌地喊道。 “那些孩子在人行道上干什么？” 那是伯尼斯吗？”她看了看比恩，它勇敢地站在特兰兹太太的白色砾石边，还看了看其他孩子，他们蹲在隔壁的树篱里。 “走开!”艾薇举起黄绳子。 它有点摇晃。大多数成年人至少假装喜欢孩子。 特兰兹太太不行。“我们在想——”

"Speak up!" "We were wondering," Ivy said a little louder. "Stop whispering!" Ivy's face turned red and the rope shook a little more. "We—" she began, and now her voice was shaking, too. Most of the time, Bean was scared of Mrs. Trantz. But sometimes she couldn't stand her more than she was scared of her. This was one of those times. Bean charged through the white

“说话!”“我们在想，”艾薇说得更大声了一些。 “别交头接耳!”艾薇的脸变红了，绳子又摇晃了一下。 “我们——”她开始说，现在她的声音也在颤抖。 大多数时候，比恩都很怕特兰兹太太。 但有时候，与其说她害怕她，不如说她无法忍受她。 这就是其中一次。 比恩冲进了白色