Read All About It. Valerie Tripp

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      Good News

       CHAPTER 1

       lick, clack, clackety!

      Kit Kittredge smiled as she typed. She loved the sound the typewriter keys made as they struck the paper and the ping! of the bell when she got to the end of a line. She loved the inky smell of the typewriter ribbon, and the way the black letters looked as they marched across the page, telling a story the way she wanted it told.

      It was a hot afternoon in August. Kit and her best friend Ruthie were in Kit’s room writing a newspaper for Kit’s dad. Kit was not a very good typist. She used only her two pointer fingers, and she made a lot of mistakes, which she had to xxxxx out. But Dad never minded. Every night when he came home from work, he gave Kit the real newspaper so that she could read the headlines and the baseball scores and the funnies. He was always very pleased when Kit gave him one of her newspapers in return.

      Kit finished the paragraph she was typing. “Read me what we have so far,” said Ruthie.

      Kit cleared her throat and read:

      “That’s good,” said Ruthie when Kit finished reading. “I like it.”

      “Me, too,” said Kit. “What should we write about now?”

      “Write about Charlie and the cookies,” said Ruthie. Charlie was Kit’s brother, who was sixteen.

      Kit thought a moment. Then she typed:

      Ruthie looked over Kit’s shoulder and giggled as she read what Kit had written. “Now what?” she asked.

      Kit picked up a pencil and put it behind her ear so that she’d look like a newspaper reporter. “Well,” she said, “we could write about how hot it is.”

      Ruthie nodded, quickly at first, then slower and slower. Finally she let her chin fall to her chest, closed her eyes, and pretended to snore.

      “You’re right,” said Kit. “Weather’s boring. There aren’t any people in it. This is supposed to be a newspaper, not a snoozepaper.”

      “You could write about how your mother redecorated your room,” Ruthie said. “I think it’s as pretty as a princess’s room, don’t you?”

      “Mmm,” answered Kit, with a crooked smile. “It’s okay. It’s just a little too…pink for me. I’d rather sleep in a tree house, like Robin Hood.”

      Ruthie shook her head. “You’re crazy,” she said.

      “Yup,” said Kit cheerfully. She knew Ruthie was right, of course. Her room was pretty. Mother had redecorated it for her earlier that summer as a surprise. And, as with everything Mother did, it was lovely. Kit’s room was painted pale pink with white trim. There was a canopy bed as high and white and fluffy as a cloud, and a dressing table with a lacy skirt around it. The desk was white and spindly-legged. It looked too delicate to hold the big black typewriter that crouched on it.

      Mother had asked Kit to keep the typewriter in the closet, please, and take it out only when she used it. But Kit always forgot to put the typewriter away. Besides, she used it a lot. The typewriter ended up being on the desk all the time, even though it looked out of place in the frilly room.

      Kit squirmed on the poufy stool that had replaced her old swivel chair. She believed in telling the truth straight-out. But so far she hadn’t told Mother that she felt as out of place in the frilly room as the typewriter looked. Mother was so pleased with all the lacy pinkness, and so sure the room was a girl’s dream. Which it probably is, Kit admitted to herself, just not mine.

      “The redecorating story’s no good because Dad knows all about it,” she said to Ruthie. “It’s not new.” Kit sighed. “I wish something would happen around here. Some dramatic change. Then we’d have a headline that would really grab Dad’s attention.”

      “Like in the real newspapers,” said Ruthie.

      “Exactly!” said Kit.

      “I don’t know,” said Ruthie. “When my parents read the headlines these days, they get worried. The news is always about the Depression and it’s always bad. I don’t think we want our paper to be like that.”

      “No,” said Kit. “We want good news.”

      She knew there hadn’t been much good news in the real newspapers for a long time. The whole country was in a mess because of the Depression. Dad had explained it to her. About three years ago, people got nervous about their money and stopped buying as many things as they used to, so some stores had to close down. The people who worked in the stores lost their jobs. Then the factories that made the things the stores used to sell had to close down, so the factory workers lost their jobs, too. Pretty soon the people who’d lost their jobs had no money to pay their doctors or house painters or music teachers, so those people got poorer, too.

      Kit was glad that her dad still had his job at his car dealership. She and Ruthie knew kids at school whose fathers had lost their jobs. They’d seen those fathers selling apples on street corners, trying to earn a few cents a day. Some kids had disappeared from school because their families didn’t have enough money to pay the rent anymore, and they had to move. Dad said the Depression was like a terrible slippery hole. Once you fell in, it was almost impossible to get out. Kit knew that the Depression was getting worse all the time because the newspaper headlines said so almost every night.

      But inside Kit’s house, no dramatic changes worth a headline seemed to be happening. The girls were about to give up on finding any news—good or bad—when Charlie popped his head in the door.

      “Hey, girls,” he said. “Mother’s garden club’s here. You better get downstairs quick if you want anything to eat. I saw Mrs. Culver already diving headfirst into the nut dish.”

      “Thanks for telling us, Charlie,” said Kit.

      “Oh, boy!” said Ruthie. “Maybe there’ll be some cake for us!”

      “Maybe there’ll be some news for us!” said Kit. She grabbed her notepad and took the pencil from behind her ear. “Come on!”

      Kit and Ruthie thundered down the stairs. They slowed their steps in the hallway so that they wouldn’t sound, as Mother always said, like a herd of stampeding elephants. Mother liked things to be just so when the garden club ladies came. She brought out all her best crystal, china, silver, and linen and arranged her most beautiful plants on the terrace where СКАЧАТЬ