All she wanted was to buy more caramels for herself. She didn't want to be stressed out, not when she was readily exhausted and yes, moody that she had that something girls most dreaded.

She pivoted around and frowned at him. He was asking why she was ill? This was exactly what she'd told his best friend, that boys didn't use their common sense. If he'd been so smart to figure out that she wasn't exactly feeling okay, why not just hug her so she'd feel all right? Why still ask?

"I'm not ill. Don't worry about me." Beezus simply answered and turned again, walking again towards the compartment door.