This is where Ramona brought Chevrolet to school to show the class:
"Miss Binney smiled encouragingly. "Is there something you would like to tell us about your doll?"
"I can really wash her hair," said Ramona. "It's sort of green because I gave her a blue rinse."
"And what do you wash it with?" asked Miss Binney.
"Lots of things," said Ramona, beginning to enjoy speaking in front of the class. "Soap, shampoo, detergent, bubble bath. I tried Dutch Cleanswer once, but it didn't work."
"What is your doll's name?" asked Miss Binney.
"Chevrolet," answered Ramona. "I named her after my aunt's car."
The class began to laugh, especially the boys. Ramona felt confused, standing there in front of twenty-eight boys and girls who were all laughing at her. "Well, I did!" she said angrily, almost tearfully. Chevrolet was a beautiful name, and there was no reason to laugh.
Miss Binney ignored the giggles and snickers. "I think Chevrolet is a lovely name, she said. Then she repeated, "Chev-ro-let." The way Miss Binney pronounced the word made it sound like music. "Say it, class."
"Chev-ro-let," said the class obediently, and this time no one laughed.
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