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    “Did he say why?” Mrs. North asked.
    Casey shook her head.
    Casey wore a shirt that was way too big for her. Marvin guessed it was her father’s. Not only did it have holes in it, but it also had paint spilled on it.
    Mrs. North told the class she would be gone for only a minute. She said sheexpected everyone to behave and to use their time wisely.
    After she left, Nick said, “I bet you Mrs. North got in trouble for wearing torn clothes!”
    “No, Mr. McCabe is also wearing torn clothes,” said Casey. “I saw his elbow.”
    “What did it look like?” asked Judy.
    “Pink and bumpy,” said Casey.
    Casey had a ponytail that stuck out of the side of her head instead of the back. She sat down next to Marvin. The ponytail was on Marvin’s side. Sometimes, when Casey laughed really hard, her ponytail went around in circles.
    Mrs. North was gone for a lot longer than a minute. When she returned, she had a very strange expression on her face. She looked lost. She opened her mouth,but didn’t say anything.
    “Are you all right?” asked Kenny.
    Mrs. North looked at Kenny, but still didn’t say anything. Finally, she spoke. She said, “We are …” then stopped.
    She started again. “There will …”
    That was as far as she got.
    She tried again. “I expect …”
    Her mouth shut tight. She tapped her desk with her fist.
    At last she managed to say a complete sentence. “We are going to have a visitor today.”
    Marvin couldn’t wait to hear who it was. From the way Mrs. North was acting, he thought it must be somebody weird.
    “Who is it?” asked Warren.
    “Is it somebody I’ve heard of?” asked Nick.
    “Oh, I hope so, Nick,” said Mrs. North. Then she took a deep breath and said, “The president will be coming here.”
    Everybody gasped.
    Marvin was a little confused. He wasn’t sure which president Mrs. North meant. Did she mean the president of the United States? Or did she mean the president of something else, like the president of a shoe company?
    Marvin’s school was in Maryland. It was less than twenty miles from Washington, D.C. His father worked in Washington, D.C. So it was possible that Mrs. North meant the president of the United States. But why would the president of the United States come to his school?
    He raised his hand.
    Patsy Gatsby raised her hand, too.
    “Yes, Patsy,” said Mrs. North.
    “The president of what?” Patsy asked.
    Mrs. North stared at her as if she thought Patsy was an alien from another planet. “The president of the United States,” she said.

    “Duh!” said Travis.
    Patsy blushed.
    “Sometimes I wonder about you, Patsy,” said Mrs. North.
    “What’d you think? The president of Mexico?” asked Clarence.
    Marvin turned red, too, but nobody noticed. He lowered his hand.
    “Yes, Marvin, did you have a question?” asked Mrs. North.
    He shook his head. “No, I was just stretching.”
    Mrs. North explained that even Mr. McCabe hadn’t known the president was coming until ten minutes ago. It had been kept secret for security reasons.
    “Now, I know I don’t have to tell you how to behave when the president gets here,” she said.
    Then she told everybody how to behave.
    “Be respectful. Be attentive. If you get a chance to speak to him, remember to speak loud and clear. You should call him ‘Mr. President.’ ‘Yes, Mr. President.’‘Thank you, Mr. President.’ Remember to—”
    Mrs. North suddenly stopped talking. “Oh, my gosh!” she exclaimed. “I have to change my clothes!”

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    Mrs. North didn’t know what time the president would come. So she couldn’t go home and change out of her torn clothes.
    “I hope it’s not during recess,” said Nick.
    “We’ll adjust our schedule,” Mrs. North assured him.
    “Good, because I don’t want to miss recess,” said Nick.
    While they waited for the president to show up, Mrs. North told everyone to writedown a question he or she would like to ask the president.
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