Kit Kittredge: An American Girl Page #8

Oh, please. Please. Don't go. L...

I can't think of a better way|to celebrate than with all of you.

Please, won't you join us?

We'd... We'd be honored.

Hello?

Dad?

Dad!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, Kit. Come here. Let me look at you.

Oh, sweetheart.

You promised me|that you would write to me once a week.

- And it's been...|- too long.

I know, Kit.

Every day I kept thinking,|"tomorrow there'll be better news."

But there never was.

And then I realized...

...that if I couldn't face you...

...or your mother, if I couldn't tell you|what was happening...

...it was like that old car.

I was letting it beat me.

I won't let it beat me, honey.

Kit?

Jack?

I'm here.

And I'm gonna find a job.

I promise.

In Chicago?

No, Kit.

Right here in Cincinnati.

I'm home to stay.

Want some more juice?

WO|I just thank you. This is delicious.

Thank you.

Mr. Pennington.

Thank you, sir.

That son you've got around my age...

...write him, please...

...tonight...

...for me.

- Excuse me. Everybody.|Wait, wait.

Quiet, please, everybody.

Countee has something she has to say.

Ready?

"The cow jumped over the moon."

What's the cow doing|jumping over the moon?

- Ha, ha!|That's just silly.

All this time I've been trying to read,|and this is what they say?

Come here. Aw.

I'm proud of you.

Hi.

Kit, sweetheart.

There's someone here to see you.

Margaret Mildred Kittredge.

Mr. Gibson?

Here you go, kiddo. Hot off the presses.

- You mean?|- Congratulations, reporter. You're in print!

Mother, Dad, did you hear it? I'm in print!

Oh, sweetheart, I knew you could do it.|I always knew.

Come on, let's show everybody.

Mr. Gibson, won't you stay for one drink?|It's a holiday. We're all celebrating.

- Well, perhaps just one, Mrs...|- Oh, it's miss. Miss Dooley.

- Huh.|- Hmm.

But you can call me May.

That was my mother's name.

Ha. Golly.

That is a coincidence.

Well, what sort of drinks|are you preparing tonight?

That November,|we didn't dwell on what we'd lost.

Rather, we celebrated what we had.

Is everyone ready?

Yes.

All right, then.

We are now one.

Oh, my gosh.|- I'm one with the monkey.

Don't tell my mother.

No, wait. We haven't done|the sacred treehouse pledge.

The Depression had changed|each one of our lives.

And while it made us struggle,|it also made us strong.

Klt &|Gwanga, gwanga, galoolie.

COUNtEE &|Gwanga, gwanga, galoolie.

Kit, look, the monkey's got your camera.

Now, no matter what life had in store...

... I was ready.

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