Ruthie is my favorite best friend doll out of all the AG best friends. I love how caring and compassionate she is. She’s just such a wonderful person. I also think that out of all the best friend books, Ruthie’s is most important. Elizabeth’s, Nellie’s, Emily’s and even Ivy’s can stand alone by themselves, but without Ruthie’s book, Kit’s plot-line doesn’t make sense. It’s almost like Valerie Tripp purposely left a hole in between Kit’s Surprise, where she and her family were about to get evicted, and Happy Birthday Kit, where that major problem is barely even mentioned! Ruthie helps to solve this problem. So without further ado, here is my long dolly photo-ed version of Really Truly Ruthie by Valerie Tripp.
Ruthie bounced with excitement as she rushed down the street carrying a basket of apples. She was so excited she felt like making a fairy tale story about herself because today was the day after Christmas where she and Kit and their mothers were going downtown for an outing together.
She got to Kit’s house and Kit opened the door, “Hi Ruthie!”
“Hey, Kit, you remember what day it is today don’t you?”
“Of course I do! It’s our day. The best day of the year! Come on. Let’s ask my mother how soon she’ll be ready to go.”
“Great! My mom’s going to come over really soon. It seems quiet in here,” Ruthie was used to all the noise in Kit’s house with the boarders bustling around.
“Yeah, my dad went to drive two of our boarder friends to Florida. He’ll be back in 8 days. Hopefully just in time to pay the mortgage on the house with the money he earned driving them.”
Kit and Ruthie entered the kitchen and Ruthie set the apples on the table.
“Apples!” exclaimed Mrs. Kittredge, “thank you Ruthie, and please thank your mother for us, too.”
“But Mother, you can thank Mrs. Smithens yourself! Don’t you remember we’re going out with them today?”Kit reminded her.
“Oh, I have so much to do I almost forgot! Lily, dear! I’m so happy to see you!” Mrs. Smithen’s had just walked in the door.
“Lovely to see you too, Margaret. Are you prepared to spend the day with these two wild creatures?”
“I’m game if you are!” Mrs. Kittredge laughed.
Before Christmas, Kit and Ruthie had had a big fight. Ruthie and Mrs. Smithens both wanted to be kind and generous to the Kittredges but Ruthie had found out the hard way it wasn’t always so easy to do that and not offend Kit’s prickly pride. She and her mom had formed a conspiracy of kindness to be helpful secretly. One of the ways was taking the Kittredge girls away from their busy house full of chores to do. They had to compromise though, by making sure everything they did was free, like going window shopping.
Kit and Ruthie swooped from window to window gazing at all the store decorations.
“Oh look!” said Kit, pointing to a snowy scene inside one window where a snowman was riding in a silvery sleigh.
“It reminds me of the silver forest the twelve dancing princesses sneak through on their way to the ball,” said Ruthie, “even the trees are silvery with snow.”
Ruthie and Kit would often run ahead of their mothers to get to the next store but Mrs. Smithens and Mrs. Kittredge were having just as fun of a time taking it easy and catching up with each other.
After a while the girls got hungry and sat on a bench in the park to eat the lunch Mrs. Smithens had packed.
Mrs. Smithens had brought thick sandwiches and thermoses of coffee for the grown-ups, and hot chocolate for the girls.
Ruthie was completely happy. If I were in a fairy tale and I had three wishes, she thought, I’d use them ALL to wish that we could always be the way we are right now, with everyone relaxed and not thinking about the terrible old Depression or awful things like being evicted.
But even special days had to end, so Mrs. Smithens dropped Kit and her mother at their Uncle Hendrick’s house, making sure to sneak all the leftovers into Mrs. Kittredge’s basket without her noticing.
After the Kittredges left, Mrs. Smithens drove to Mr. Smithen’s office at the bank. “We’ll see if he is finished and we can give him a ride home.”
Ruthie turned to her mother just before she opened the door, “Thank you mom, that was the best special day we’ve ever had.”
“Thank you, dear. Mrs. Kittredge and I enjoyed our outing as much as you and Kit did.”
Ruthie sighed, “Oh, I wish there was more we could do to help Kit’s family. Can’t we give them some money?”
“I offered once, a while ago,” said Mrs. Smithens, “And I know that your father has offered several times. But Mr. and Mrs. Kittredge said no very, very, firmly. It would be rude to ask again. I’m afraid all we can give is kindness.”
“And things like apples,” Ruthie added.
“Apples and kindness,” agreed Mrs. Smithens, “It sounds crazy, but I’m afraid that’s all that makes sense at a time like this.”
As they entered the bank, everyone smiled and said hello as Ruthie and her mother made their way to Mr. Smithen’s office. Mr. Smithens looked up when he saw them, “What a nice surprise!” he said, “How are my two best girls?”
“We’re fine!” said Ruthie as she hugged her father and jumped into his desk chair to make it spin around.
“We’re here to drive you home,” said Mrs. Smithens.
Ruthie was spinning and couldn’t see her father but she could tell his smile was gone as he said, “I’d love that darling but I have a few more hours of work still left to do.”
Ruthie continued spinning faster as her parents talked softly by the window. She spun so fast that pretty soon she began to feel dizzy and had to grab the desk to stop.
By mistake, she knocked some folders off the desk.
As she stooped to gather them up, her eye caught the name KITTREDGE written in angry black letters.
Ruthie didn’t mean to snoop – she really didn’t! But she could not help opening up the folder and staring at the note written inside. As she read she felt dizzy again, this time dizzy with dismay because the note made it absolutely clear: the Kittredges were going to be evicted from their house. And not on January 2nd, as they had all thought, but on December 28th. The Kittredges and Mr. Smithens must have misunderstood what the bank meant by “after the holidays.”
Ruthie could hardly breathe. December 28th was the day after tomorrow! Mr. Kittredge would not be back from Florida with the money by then. Oh, what on earth could the Kittredges do? What could anyone do to help them? Ruthie knew that there was no use in talking to her parents about it. Kind as they were, there was nothing they could do this time.
Ruthie was quiet in the car ride home.
“Tired, sweetheart?” her mother asked.
“A little. But may I stop at Kit’s house and walk home afterwards? I need to talk to Kit for a moment.”
“All right dear, but don’t stay long. You know Kit has chores to do.”
“Thanks, mom,” Ruthie hopped out.
She ran full tilt into the kitchen where she luckily found Kit alone peeling the apples.
“Kit,” she said urgently, “I saw a paper at the bank. You- your family – you’re going to be evicted December 28th. That’s the day after tomorrow.”
Kit gasped, “But they said after the holidays!”
“I guess the bank meant after the Christmas holiday, not New Year’s too. Now listen, Kit, and don’t get mad at me. But my grandparents gave me ten dollars for Christmas and please, you’ve got to take it and – ”
“No,” Kit interrupted, shaking her head, “Thanks, but ten dollars won’t solve our problem. We owe more than $200. I’ll have to go to Uncle Hendrick’s and tell Mother the bad news. She’s still over there.”
“Your Uncle Hendrick’s rich. Your mother can ask him for the money.”
“She already did,” Kit said miserably, “and he already said no.”
Suddenly Kit slumped onto the table trying hard not to cry. Ruthie had never seen her friend look so defeated. She waited and listened as Kit poured out all her sorrow.
“Mother will be so upset. Uncle Hendrick will say ‘I told you so.’ He’ll gloat and be glad. Uncle Hendrick wants us to lose our house and have to move into his gloomy old house with him and be his servants. We’ll have to, if we lose the house. Because then we’ll lose the boarders too, and they’re the only hope we have. Oh being evicted would be so awful, so humiliating.”
Ruthie had seen other families being evicted and new what Kit was talking about. There had to be some way to get the money to prevent it.
Ruthie spoke gently, “What about your Aunt Millie? She’d lend you the money, wouldn’t she?”
Ruthie knew the Kittredges didn’t have a phone, “Let’s go to my house and call Aunt Millie right now.”
“Aunt Millie doesn’t have a phone either. And a letter wouldn’t get to her in time. I guess the only solution would be if Mother went to go see Aunt Millie. Poor Mother! Where she’d ever even get the train fare, I don’t know.”
Ruthie’s heart beat hard, “What if you and I go get the money?” she said.
“Don’t be silly Ruthie,” Kit made a face.
“I’m not being silly. I have never been more serious in my life. Listen to this plan: Tomorrow, you and I use my ten dollars and buy train tickets. We go to Aunt Millie’s, get the money, and bring it back. Then I give it to my father, he puts it in the bank and the whole problem is solved!”
“That’s a crazy plan.”
Ruthie remembered what her mother had said about apples and kindness, “Crazy makes sense at a time like this. We have to at least try, Kit. Your mother’s going to be at Uncle Hendrick’s all day tomorrow, and my mother will be volunteering at a soup kitchen until late. With any luck, we’ll be back with the money before anyone knows we’re gone.”
“I’d have to work it out with Charlie to do my afternoon chores for me, ” Kit said slowly, ” I guess I could tell Mrs. Howard that I’m spending the day with you, and you could tell your mother that you’re spending the day with me, which will be true.”
“Does this mean you’ll do it?”
“I guess it does,” said Kit, as if she could hardly believe it herself.
“Good,” said Ruthie quickly, “I’ll go to Union Station early tomorrow morning to buy the tickets while you do your morning chores. Then I’ll meet you at the station at 8:30. Our train leaves at 8:45. I know because it’s the same train I take when I go horseback riding. Don’t be late.” And she left before Kit could change her mind.
Where is Kit? Ruthie wondered the next morning as she pulled back her mitten to check her watch. It’s after eight thirty. Ruthie searched the bustling crowd at Union Station for Kit, but her heart sank when she saw a familiar face, but it wasn’t Kit. It was Charlie. She looked away hoping he wouldn’t see her. But Charlie walked up to her.
“Okay goofy Ruthie,” he said, “the jig is up. I’m here to take you home.”
Ruthie didn’t move.
“Come on, Ruthie,” said Charlie, “Kit told me all about the crazy plan, and I called the whole thing off. So let’s go home.”
But Ruthie sat stubbornly as if she were glued to the bench.
“Listen Ruthie, I know you want to help out, but you can’t. I know you think that you’re setting off on a quest like the hero in a fairy tale, some story that begins with ‘once upon a time’ and ends ‘happily ever after’. But you’re not. This is real life, not one of your fairy tales, and you’re just a kid.”
Ruthie frowned. She had sort of thought that the trip would be like an adventure story, but she didn’t want to admit that to Charlie. “You can’t talk me out of this,” she said, “So don’t bother trying. I’m going to Aunt Millie’s.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’ve never even been to Mountain Hollow or Aunt Millie’s cabin. You’ve never even met Aunt Millie. How will you find her?”
“People will help me.”
“Ruthie, you are not -”
“I already bought the tickets. Round trip,” Ruthie cut in.
“What?” Charlie gave an exasperated sigh. “Well,” he said, towering over Ruthie, “if you’re going to Mountain Hollow, then I’m going, too. That’s the deal.”
Ruthie looked down at her lap. She knew back at home most of Kit’s family thought she was goofy Ruthie, more at home in a fairy tale than the real world. She was funny and nice but not practical and capable. Even her very best friends believed that Ruthie didn’t really truly know how damaging and terrible the Depression was because her father had not lost his job. They underestimated Ruthie’s compassion and how deeply she felt their sorrows and losses as her own. Most of the time, that was okay with Ruthie. She even tried to be silly just to cheer people up and make them relax. But right now, Ruthie was tired of being dismissed. Ruthie stood up and looked Charlie straight in the eye. All right, let him come along, she said to herself. I’ll show him. In fact, I’ll show them all. I’ll get the money and then, instead of giving it to my father, I’ll give it to Mrs. Kittredge right in front of everybody. And when I do, no one will think I’m goofy Ruthie again.
Aloud, Ruthie said, “All right. It’s a deal. Our train is boarding now. Follow me.” She picked up her basket of sandwiches and apples she had brought as all good adventurers do.
The train was stuffy and crowded with families visiting for the holidays. Ruthie was so tense and excited she couldn’t keep her mind on one of her favorite books, East of the Sun and West of the Moon.
Later, when Ruthie took out sandwiches for an early lunch for herself and Charlie, she gave some to a teenage girl sitting across the aisle and chatted to her about where she was going.
There was a baby in the seat behind them crying, so Ruthie made a puppet out of her hankie and amused the boy so his mother could rest.
“Thank you, miss,” said the baby’s mother, “I’m on my way to a big party that my hometown has every year between Christmas and New Years. It’s at the church hall, and everyone in the whole town comes. There’s food and music all day long, so I need to save my energy for dancing.”
“That sounds wonderful,” said Ruthie.
Ruthie turned to Charlie, “Poncton’s after this. I wish I knew the best way to get from Poncton to Mountain Hollow.”
“I don’t know either,” said Charlie, “Our family always drives when we visit Aunt Millie.”
A woman with a silvery scarf piped up, “Deary, did I hear you say that you are going to Mountain Hollow?”
“Well, you could do that, but if you’re walking, it’s faster if you get off at Lewis Falls. There’s a logging road that runs right along the creek bed to Mountain Hollow. It’s steep and unpaved but it’s much shorter.”
Charlie looked doubtful, but Ruthie said, “Thanks! We’ll get off at the next stop then.”
But when they got off at Lewis Falls, they found that the road was more like a muddy gully that zig-zagged under low hanging branches. Like the brambles that grew up around Sleeping Beauty’s castle.
But she knew better than to say that out loud to Charlie who thought of her as goofy Ruthie, the less than reliable guide.
As they began to trudge up the hill, Charlie asked, “Are you sure we were right to believe that woman on the train?”
Well, of course!” said Ruthie, “though I do wish we didn’t have to walk all the way.”
Just then a wagon pulled up and the driver offered to give them a ride until the road split. They had a fun time singing the journey away to Aint We Got Fun.
After they were dropped off, the two set off huffing and puffing up the branch of road the wagoner told them led to Mountain Hollow. Ruthie slid back two steps for every step forward she took. The sky was a sullen gray and sleet had begun to fall. Ruthie knew that if she wasn’t hot and sweaty from walking, she’d be freezing.
“You know,” said Charlie, “there wasn’t any actual sign saying that this road leads to Mountain Hollow. We’re just blindly trusting strangers again.” He was quiet for a moment and then he went on, “I suppose you’re thinking this sort of thing happens all the time in fairy tales. You’re kind to strangers, sharing food and things, and then it turns out that they help you get where you need to go. Even,” he said with a smile, “if it’s ‘east of the sun and west of the moon.’ But that doesn’t work in real life, Ruthie.”
Ruthie sighed, “I know you think I’m silly, Charlie.”
“Not silly, so much as mistaken. You think everyone is like you, nice and honest and wanting to help. But the world’s not like that. People are going to take advantage of you. They’re going to let you down. If you are foolishly optimistic, your just going to be disappointed.”
Ruthie struggled to say what she had in her head, “I don’t really believe that life works out happily like fairy tales do,” she said slowly, “and the wishes-come-true and happy endings aren’t the only reasons I like fairy tales. I like them because they show that no matter what happens to us, it’s how we act along the way that matters. We still get to choose what kind of people we want to be. And, well, I guess I’d rather be foolish but hopeful about people than smart but stingy and distrustful.”
Suddenly she looked up, “Hey are those houses over there?”
Charlie’s face suddenly lit up, “Yes! I know where we are! The town is straight ahead and Aunt Millie’s cabin is to the left a little. I guess we’ve found our ‘east of the sun and west of the moon’ after all.”
The path to Aunt Millie’s cabin was crisscrossed with rocks and puddles hidden under snow and soggy leaves. Ruthie’s shoes were so soaked, they squished every time she took a step. But now that they were almost there, they were so cheered up they sped up and forgot all about being wet and cold.
But when they got to the cabin, Ruthie’s heart sank. The cabin looked deserted. There was no movement from the inside.
It had never even occurred to her that Aunt Millie might not be home.
What if we can’t find Aunt Millie? she wondered. Our whole trip will be wasted and the Kittredges won’t get the money they need.
Charlie reached to knock on the door. Nothing happened. He was too polite to say, “Now what?” but Ruthie could tell by the slump of his shoulders that was what he was thinking.
“Well,” she said trying to sound brisk and sure to prove her worth, “Aunt Millie is probably visiting friends in town. We’d better go see.”
Without a word Charlie followed Ruthie into town. Please let Aunt Millie be there. Please let us find her. We’ve got to.
The sky had lost all color and soft flurries had begun to fall as they walked down the main street of Mountain Hollow. It was a tiny town and it was as if the town were under some magic sleeping spell. Every building looked as empty and deserted as Aunt Millie’s cabin had.
“This place is a ghost town,” whispered Charlie, “Where is everybody? It’s like an enchanted village from one of your fairy tale stories. Everyone vanishes between Christmas and New Years.”
Something stirred in the back of Ruthie’s mind. She remembered the young mother on the train talking about the party at the church between Christmas and New Years. Could it be that Mountain Hollow had a party too?
Just then, the answer floated toward Ruthie. As soft and as light as the snow in the air came the faint sound of music.
“Charlie,” asked Ruthie, “where’s the church?”
Charlie tilted his head, “It’s just up ahead.”
“Come on!” Ruthie started running joyfully. The closer she got the louder the music sounded.
Soon they both could smell the heavenly aroma of wood smoke and food.
As they walked downstairs to the fellowship hall, Ruthie thought no glittering ballroom in any fairy castle could ever have looked as beautiful as the room in front of her. Not that the room was fancy, not at all. It was plain as a barn, but there was noise and people having a rollicking good time.
A long table was laden with food.
Suddenly the room was quiet. Every face was turned toward Ruthie and Charlie, who stood, beaming and dripping at the door.
“Hi folks,” said Charlie.
“Heavenly day!” said a bustling woman Ruthie knew at once must be Aunt Millie.
“Charles Jackson Kittredge, is that you?”
“Yes, ma’am, and this is Kit’s friend Ruthie.”
“You’re welcome as sunshine, of course,” she said as she hugged both of them “No one’s sick or hurt at home, are they?”
“Well then,” said Aunt Millie in her peppery twang, “I’ve got to ask. What in tarnation are you two doing here?”
“That is a long story,” said Charlie with a sideways smile to Ruthie.
Aunt Millie propelled them to the table, “In that case, sit down and have something to eat and drink. I’ve never seen two sorrier-looking creatures than the pair of you. You’re like to fade if you don’t get some food inside you right quick.”
Immediately a steaming plate of the best tasting food she’d ever eaten in her life appeared in front of her as if by magic. A bunch of friendly girls sat and chatted with her making her feel instantly at home. After a while Aunt Millie came to sit by them.
Aunt Millie glanced at her basket, “Are you reading ‘East of the Sun and West of the Moon’?” she asked.
“Yes,” Ruthie admitted.
“One of my favorites!”
“Really?” asked Ruthie surprised. She blurted out, “I’ve never met a grown up who reads fairy tales before.”
“They have the wisdom of the ages in them and they’ve inspired some of the greatest literature ever written. Take my favorite author, William Shakespeare. He even put fairies and magic in lots of his plays. Why, it would be a shame and a waste not to know old stories.”
Charlie laughed, “And there’s nothing Aunt Millie dislikes more than waste.”
“Too true!” said Aunt Millie, “and I’m afraid time’s a-wasting now. So, what do you need?”
“Help,” said Charlie. He explained to Aunt Millie about the money the family owed to the bank, and Ruthie explained how she had discovered the Kittredges were going to be evicted December 28th if they couldn’t come up with the money.
“Dad will be back from Florida with some money by January 2nd but that will be too little and too late. So we’re asking you for an emergency loan,” said Charlie.
“The money’s yours and welcome,” said Aunt Millie.
Charlie hugged Aunt Millie, “I promise you we’ll pay you back as soon as we can.”
“Oh, I know you will, but don’t let your dad fret too much about it. There’s not much use for money in these parts anyway. We grow what we eat and there’s nothing much to buy.” Aunt Millie suddenly beckoned an elderly gentleman in a maroon coat over, “Thurgood, let’s go. I need to get my money out of the bank.”
“But Miss Millie,” he said, “it’s after 3 o’clock. The bank’s closed.”
“Great day in the morning!” exclaimed Aunt Millie. She fixed the banker with a flinty glare, “Thurgood, you whippersnapper,” she ordered, “open up that bank for me or I’ll tell everyone how long it took you to learn your fractions when you were my student 30 years ago!”
Everybody laughed, even Thurgood. And he went to open the bank.
“Now,” said Aunt Millie when Thurgood had returned, “which one of you is going to take responsibility for this money?”
“I think Ruthie should,” said Charlie, which surprised and pleased Ruthie.
“Thank you, Miss Millie,” said Ruthie, “I promise I’ll get the money to Cincinnati.”
Thurgood cleared his throat, “I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but I don’t see how you’re going to get back to Cincinnati tonight. You’ve missed the last train.”
“What?” cried Charlie, white in the face.
“No!” wailed Ruthie, “That can’t be! We’ve got to get the money back to Cincinnati tonight. It has to be in the bank tomorrow or everything is ruined.”
Well, there is one more train that runs through but it doesn’t stop at Poncton or Lewis Falls.”
“It will tonight!” said Aunt Millie forcefully with her fist in the air, “We’ll flag it down. Com on everybody! Step lively! We have a train to stop!”
The church hall went topsy-turvy as everyone grabbed their coats and got in their wagons, trucks and cars.
The next hour was the most exciting hour of Ruthie’s whole life so far. She was scooped up and plunked high in the seat of a sleigh and then with truck horns honking and wagons clinking the wild caravan drove through the trees to the train station.
When the sleigh and trucks and wagons slid into the Poncton train station, everyone jumped out. They lined up in long lines on both sides of the train tracks.
And passing the flame along one to the other lit their lanterns.
Ruthie tried to memorize every detail about this night so she could tell Kit.
“Here she comes!” someone hollered and sure enough, Ruthie could see a warm glow down the tracks coming toward them.
“Hold your lanterns out and sway them!”
All the people swung their lanterns and started shouting for the train to stop.
Then, with a terrifying screech, the huge black train screamed to a skidding halt. Sparks flew and gusts of steam and smoke billowed out from the train as if it were a monstrous dragon breathing fire into the bitter cold night.
Ruthie grinned. Even a ferocious dragon had to obey Aunt Millie’s commands!
A conductor leaned out of the space between the two cars, “What’s going on?” he barked harshly.
“We’re stopping your train, Earl,” Aunt Millie answered calmly.
“Is that you, Miss Millie?” the conductor asked sheepishly.
“It is. We’ve got two passengers for you.”
“Oh, well then, all aboard.”
After one last hug, Ruthie and Charlie waved goodbye to Aunt Millie and the townspeople.
“Good-bye! Come back soon! Good luck Ruthie and Charlie!” They swung their lanterns as they waved goodbye.
Ruthie ran to a window and waved back wildly. She watched until the train went around a curve and then sank back into the seat. Ruthie intended to stay awake and hold tight to the pocketbook with its hard-one contents. But the warm rocking of the train lulled her to sleep.
Charlie had to wake her up when they got to their stop, and as they walked home from the train station Ruthie began to think about her new plan that would make possible her moment of triumph, when she changed everyone’s opinion of her and showed that she was a hero when just before they got to the house, Charlie suddenly stopped and turned to her, “There’s something I want to say, and it’s thank you. Our family is lucky to have a friend like you, Ruthie.”
Ruthie could not move or speak. In a split second, the whole wonderful, terrible, exhilarating, exhausting day flew through her head. She thought of all the people who had helped her so kindly, with such big-hearted, open-handed generosity and with never a thought of thanks. She thought of Aunt Millie, who had handed over the money without hesitation, purely out of love. She thought of Charlie, who’d been her partner in the adventure, following her despite his doubts, trusting her more and more as the day went on. How nice it was of Charlie to give her all the credit, how generous it was of him – and how wrong.
Ruthie felt as if she had been under a spell and Charlie’s words about friendship had woken her up to a very simple truth: she had gotten the money because the Kittredges were her friends, not for praise and glory. Ruthie suddenly changed her mind. She did not want Mrs. Kittredge to thank her. In fact, she squirmed at the thought of how disrespectful that would feel.
“My wish,” said Ruthie, “is that you and Kit don’t tell anyone that I had anything to do with getting this money.” Ruthie opened the pocketbook and gave the money to Charlie. “I think it would be better that way.”
“Aunt Millie will tell my parents eventually,” said Charlie as he put the money into his coat pocket.
“Well, just keep me a secret until then, or as long as possible, anyway.”
“Okay,” said Charlie, smiling, “your wish is my command.”
Ruthie smiled too and said, “You know what, Charlie? Thanks for coming with me today. I’m glad you did. I’d do the whole thing over again.”
Charlie laughed in the darkness, “Me, too. Goofy Ruthie.” Somehow, there was something about the way he said it that made it sound like praise to Ruthie.
A week later, everyone was gathered in the kitchen and Mr. Kittredge was telling them about his trip, “Of course, the best part of the trip was coming home and finding out we’d been saved from eviction just in the nick of time. Now that was a wish come true, thanks to Charlie here.”
“Ruthie,” said Charlie, “you are the expert on wishes. I’m wondering: can a person ask another person if he can override her wish? If you say yes, you’ll make my wish come true.”
“Mine too!” Kit chimed in.
Everyone looked at Charlie and Kit as if they were crazy – everyone except Ruthie who smiled a tiny bit and gave Charlie a reluctant nod.
“Good!” said Kit.
“Yes, good!” said Charlie, “because I want to tell a story. It’s a true story about people we all like. In fact, the hero is Ruthie. Not the Ruthie we thought we knew, but really, truly Ruthie. My story has a happy ending, and like all wonderful adventures it begins, ‘Once upon a time…”
Kit and Ruthie played themselves
Lily Smithens (also played a towns person)…………………Tess Gotz
Margaret Kittredge (also played a towns person)…………..Katie Gotz
Aunt Mille………………………..Kat Thompson
Mr. Thurgood……………………Julia Carpatina
Train riders: Lanie Holland, Ann Estelle, Rose Hopkins, Emma Carpatina
Thanks to my sister, Hillary who helped me cart all the dolls, sleigh, horse, and doll stands to the train station very late at night and helped me walk all over historic Riverside taking pictures of the dolls for this story.
Really Truly Ruthie by Valerie Tripp copy right American Girl 2007.