Then she arched over backward. She flung her arms over her head and made a perfect backbend. She looked like a turned-over pink teacup. Then she rose back up—boing—like a doll with elastic in its legs.
"Wow," said Ivy.
Bean jumped up. She just had to do twelve cartwheels.
"Stand back!" she yelled.
"Wait," said Zuzu. "What about Ivy? Aren't you going to do a cartwheel, Ivy?"
"I'm guarding the jackets," said Ivy.
"Wow," said Ivy.
Bean jumped up. She just had to do twelve cartwheels.
"Stand back!" she yelled.
"Wait," said Zuzu. "What about Ivy? Aren't you going to do a cartwheel, Ivy?"
"I'm guarding the jackets," said Ivy.
Why not? Ivy wondered.
"We'll teach you how if you don't know," said Emma.
"She knows," said Bean. "She can do a cartwheel. I've seen her."
Ivy looked at Bean in surprise. Why was she saying that? Ivy had never done a cartwheel in her life. Slowly, Ivy put her sandwich down next to Emma's jacket. "There's just one little problem—" she began.