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time Brother and Sister got home from school, they were almost talked out about the new pool. But they had enough left to tell Mama and Papa, and also Grizzly Gramps and Grizzly Gran, who had come over for dinner.
    “Hey, guess what?” cried Sister as she and Brother burst into the family room, where the grown-ups were chatting.
    “Haven’t the faintest idea,” said Gramps, with a wink at Gran.
    “Me neither,” said Gran, with a wink at Mama.
    “I’ll take a crack at it,” said Papa, looking up from the afternoon newspaper. “Bear Country School is going to have a swimming pool.”
    “How did you know?” said Brother.
    “Says so right here in the Beartown Gazette,” said Papa. He read: “‘Bear Country School’s new swimming pool will be finished soon. Coed swim classes will be taught by Mr. Mervyn Grizzmeyer, who will also coach the new swimming team.’”
    Mervyn “Bullhorn” Grizzmeyer was the school’s vice principal and general sports coach. He was nicknamed Bullhorn because he didn’t need one.

    “Merv’ll be a great swimming coach,” said Gramps.
    “Gee, I don’t know about that,” said Sister.
    “Why not?” asked Mama. “What’s wrong with Mr. Grizzmeyer?”
    “I just can’t get used to the idea of Mr. G in a bathing suit,” said Sister. “He’s not exactly the male model type.”
    “That’s because he’s not a male model,” said Papa. “He’s a vice principal and a coach. Heck, if that’s your only complaint, I’d say things look pretty rosy.”
    “Well, there is one other thing …,” said Sister.
    “What’s that?” said Papa.
    Sister seemed embarrassed to tell them. So Brother did it for her. “All the girls are upset because we have to wear school-issue black bathing suits,” he said.
    “Oh, my goodness! What a disaster!” said Papa in a sarcastic voice. “What do you think they’re running over there—a country club? Why, when I was in school, we were lucky to have running water!”
    “And when I was in school,” said Gramps, “we were lucky to have indoor plumbing!”
    “Sister, I should think you’d be more concerned about making the team than about your bathing suit,” scolded Papa.
    “Sis?” said Brother. “On the swimming team?”
    “Why not?” said Papa. “Last summer, if I remember correctly, she turned herself into a pretty good little swimmer.”
    “ Pretty good?” said Sister. “ Little?”
    “It’s just an expression, dear,” said Mama.

    “Papa knows you’re a big girl and an excellent swimmer.”
    “Oh, come off it,” said Brother. “No offense, Sis, but you’re younger and smaller than all the other cubs who’ll be trying out for the team. Let’s see now—I’ll make the team for my crawl, Cousin Fred will make it for his backstroke, Queenie for her butterfly, and Bonnie for her breaststroke. Unless, that is, Too-Tall and the gang beat us all out.”
    “You mean,” said Sister, “unless I beat you all out.”
    Brother looked at Sister in mock amazement. Then he threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t a real, spontaneous laugh. It was a fake laugh, designed to make Sister feel ridiculous.
    “All right, Brother,” said Mama, “that’ll be enough of that. You cubs come help me and Gran get dinner ready. The men can set the dining room table later.”
    “ And do the dishes,” added Gran.
    “I’ll dry!” said Gramps before Papa could.

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