Making up with friends
Posted June 09, 2008
Even when Kit and her best friend Ruthie have a terrible fight at Christmastime, Ruthie still comes to her rescue when Kit is stranded by an ice storm at mean old Uncle Hendrick’s on Christmas Eve. Kit makes up with Ruthie by giving her a book Kit made herself called, “The Story of Princess Ruthie.”
When you have a fight with a friend, how do you make up?
The room Kit was supposed to sleep in was as cold as a tomb and about as cheery. It had brown wallpaper. The bed was huge, with a headboard that had wooden gargoyles carved into it. The blankets were mustard-colored and musty-smelling. They were heavy, but somehow they didn’t keep Kit warm, even though she pulled them up to her nose. No coal fire had been lit in the fireplace for a long, long time. If we are evicted from our house, and we have to come and live with Uncle Hendrick, will this by my room? Kit wondered. She shuddered. I’d rather live in a dungeon.
For endless hours, Kit lay stiff and miserable, listening to the ice pelt against the window and the wind rage and the house creak and shift. After a while, Kit fell asleep.
It seemed as if no time at all had passed before a sound woke her. It was the most peculiar thing. Kit was sure she heard jingle bells. She opened her eyes and realized it was morning. The light in the room was murky because of the heavy curtains drawn shut in front of the window. Kit got up and pulled the curtains open. Suddenly, the room was flooded with dazzling light. The sun, shining on the dripping, melting ice outside, made prisms of light swim and shimmer on the walls. The sound of the jingle bells was louder. Kit looked out the window, squinting because the bright light was so blinding. She blinked. She couldn’t believe what she saw outside on the sidewalk.
Ruthie and Ruthie’s father were standing next to their big black car, jingling bells and looking up at the house.
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” shouted Ruthie when she saw Kit’s face at the window. “We’ve come to rescue you! Hurry up and come down!”
Kit rose up on her toes in happiness. She banged on the window. “I’ll be right there!” she yelled. She’d slept in her clothes, so all she had to do was yank on her shoes, which she did, hopping on one foot and then the other, before she dashed down the stairs. She flung open the door and ran straight to Ruthie. “Oh, Ruthie!” she said. “I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life! Thank you for helping me!”
Ruthie smiled. “That’s what friends are for,” she said.