Here is the character list:
- Kit plays herself.
- Lanie (my sister’s doll) plays Sterling Howard (A boarder at the Kittredge house, and son of Mrs. Howard).
- Caroline plays Edward (A person who works at the newspaper office).
- Saige plays Mr. Gibson (The editor of the Cincinnati Register newspaper).
- Mckenna plays Joan (A reporter for the Cincinnati Register newspaper).
- Julie (my sister’s doll) plays Betty Stevenson.
- Grace plays the detective.
Whew! That is the most main characters I’ve had in a single part! XD On to the story!
“Kit?” Edward inquired again.
I gulped. “Oh. Uh. I’m fine. Let’s go.”
He cocked his head a bit. “Okay…”
The boys turned and walked out, with Edward asking Sterling, “What’s your name kid?”
I took multiple deep breaths. Ruthie’s crime was going to be revealed… right in front of Sterling. I took another deep breath… Oh boy.
At The Newspaper Place, In Mr. Gibson’s Office
When we walked in Mr. Gibson looked extremely nervous and was pacing back and forth in front of Betty and Joan. Suddenly he looked up and saw us.
He stepped forward and gave Edward an evil glare. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Edward responded, looking straight at Mr. Gibson.
“I told you if picking up the kid was going to waste time, then don’t bother……………………………”
“………………… who. Is. this?!” Mr. Gibson yelled, flinging his hand toward Sterling.
Sterling responded cooly, “Kit’s friend Sir, I’m Sterling Howard.”
Mr Gibson raised an eyebrow. Then he turned and walked toward his desk, grumbling. “Edward, come here. I want to talk to you.”
He sat down in his chair, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. He kept moving around. I also noticed that his desk was unusually clean, and his hair was nicely combed. He was definitely nervous about something.
Edward joined Mr. Gibson, and Sterling and I went and stood by Joan. Sterling leaned against the wall. “Sheesh. What’s the matter with him?” He whispered.
I shifted to him. “That’s Mr. Gibson for you.”
He looked at me. “He seems kind of………………. nervous.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what that’s all about.”
“Hold on,” I said, “I’ll ask Joan what is going on.”
I pivoted to Joan. “Joan?” I called her attention.
“Oh! Hello Kit!”
I looked at her a moment, remembering when I had lied to her. I still felt guilty.
“Huh? Oh… Hi. I… I… wanted to ask you what is happening? Why are we just standing here? And why is Mr. Gibson acting concerned.”
“He is, isn’t he? Well it must be because he is worried about confronting the detective. That’s who we are waiting for.”
I rolled my eyes. And he called us late.
Betty butted in. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear. I just wanted to add, that it is the same detective you girls saw the other day.”
“Ah.” I nodded a little sadly, as flashbacks of that day came back to me.
Then there was a voice whispering in my ear.”Kit, Kit!”
“Hold on Sterling. I’m talking.”
*clop clop clop*
The detective strolled proudly into the office. “Ahem!”
We all abruptly stopped talking, as she strode past us to Mr. Gibson’s desk.
Sterling whispered to me again, “That’s what I was trying to tell you. The detective is here.”
“Oh, you were eavesdropping too?” I giggled softly.
“Maybe a little…”
“Mr. Gibson!” She caught him by surprise.
“Oh… uh… Miss…Miss… Detective!”
He clambered and stood up. “Thank… Thank you for being here… today.”
“YES!” She proclaimed turning her back to him. “I AM HERE.”
With that she took off her shawl and threw it back, landing it right on Mr. Gibson’s face.
He scrambled to get it off. This was not Mr. Gibson’s day.
He held it out to her, “I believe this is your’s, M’am.”
She twisted around, and stared at Mr. Gibson. She gave her shawl a stroke. “Well, don’t you have a coat hanger?”
“Not in here, M’am.”
She whirled around again. “Then get one!”
“Uh… yes.” Mr. Gibson stuttered, “We… we will.”
“Hold this Edward.” Mr. Gibson shoved the shawl at him without looking.
Edward stumbled back. “Woah!”
“Now,” Mr. Gibson said more easily,”let us begin.”
“Yes.” she turned to him.
She took out a picture and slid it across the desk toward Mr. Gibson. “This one is a master of disguise.” She said seriously.
Ruthie? My heart thumped. This was worse than I had thought.
Mr. Gibson surveyed the picture. He gasped, “But… but… this is a girl!”
The detective nodded.
Mr. Gibson handed the photograph to Betty. “Oh my! I thought it was a little boy.”
“Like I said, she is great at disguises. This isn’t the first place she has robbed, you know. She is a highly wanted thief.” The detective explained.
My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it.
Betty handed it to Joan. My heart raced. I was up next, and I knew Sterling would want to see it as well. What would he do when he knew one of his really good friends was a criminal at large? I didn’t want him to have to face this, but I braced myself because there was no escaping now.
“Here you go Kit,” Joan smiled, handing me the photo.
I reached out my shaking hand. “Thanks.”
As soon as I had it, I shot it down towards my side without even glancing at it.
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I took a deep breath. I knew this was coming.
“Kit, can I look at the picture with you?” Sterling requested.
“Yeah…” I answered shakily.
I carefully lifted up the picture.
“Huh.” Sterling shrugged.
“What?!” I squeaked.
I gaped at the picture. This was definitely NOT Ruthie.
I regarded the detective, who was still talking to Mr. Gibson, “We call her The Imposter,” she said.
They had no idea who the thief was. They thought they did, but they didn’t. I knew.
Again, I was faced with a huge decision. Do I tell? I remembered Ruthie’s sad face.
“Kit, please……………………………………………. Don’t tell.”
I looked at Sterling. He was completely oblivious. Oh! How I wished to keep it that way!
But what was the right thing to do? What Ruthie did was wrong. Now was the time when everyone was together. Now was the perfect time to reveal what happened to me that day. My heart thumped. Why did all this weight have to be put on my shoulders? Why did I have to make this decision?…………………………………………………………………………….. Because, I answered myself suddenly, I was the one who got “involved!” Even when my own mother told me not to, I didn’t listen! This was my fault.
“Everyone stop!” I yelled walking up to Mr. Gibson’s desk. A hush came over the room.
I slammed the picture on the desk. “This is NOT who robbed Betty’s store!” They all gasped.
Suddenly I felt weak. I sighed deeply, then spoke more quietly, “The real robber’s name is Ruthie Smithens, and she is my best friend.”
I heard Sterling’s voice behind me. “What?”
The End of Part Eight!
OH MY! What will happen next? Will Ruthie find out what Kit has done? Do you think Kit is doing the right thing in betraying Ruthie’s crime? I had been looking forward to doing this part since I got to make the detective throw her shawl on Mr. Gibson’s face! XD Did you catch that the “imposter” is an Our Generation doll? XD We got her for free at a garage sale. Her hair was cut and we tried to fix it, but… it didn’t turn out so well. At least she came in handy! What was your favorite thing about this part? Bye for now everyone!