White House White-Out by Ron Roy

Josh stuck out his tongue into the cold December air.
    “What are you doing?” Ruth Rose asked him.
    “Trying to catch snowflakes,” Josh said. “I’m hungry.”
    Dink laughed at his friend. “You’ll freeze your tongue off,” he said. Dink’s full name was Donald David Duncan, but his friends called him Dink.
    Josh looked at his two best friends through the falling snow. “Really?”
    Ruth Rose nodded. She liked to dress all in one color, a different color eachday Today it was red, from her boots to her gloves to her knitted cap.
    “Bummer,” Josh said.
    The kids were in Washington, D.C. It was the week before Christmas, and they had taken the train from Connecticut with Dink’s father. While the kids were sightseeing, he would be doing research in the Library of Congress. Dink, Josh, and Ruth Rose had visited the National Zoo first and had just left the Washington Monument.
    “How much farther to the White House?” Josh asked as they trudged through the snow. It was six inches deep, covering the sidewalks, lawns, and most of their boots.
    Ruth Rose pulled out her guide to Washington, D.C. She opened to a map of the city. “We’re right here, on Seventeenth Street,” she said. They were headed toward their hotel on K Street.

    “Here’s the White House,” Dink said. He put a gloved finger on the map. “Only a few more blocks.”
    “And there’s our hotel,” Ruth Rose said, moving her finger on the map. “It’s only a little way past the White House.”
    “When we get back, I’m having steak for supper,” Josh announced. “With a mountain of mashed potatoes and a giant piece of chocolate cake for dessert.”
    Dink rolled his eyes.
    “Look, there’s the National Christmas Tree!” Ruth Rose said. She pointed to the right. Through the falling snow, they could make out the tall tree. Its thousands of Christmas lights glowed like jewels through the dim, snowy afternoon.
    “Wow!” Josh said. “That must be the tallest Christmas tree in the world! Let’s go see it.”
    They turned right and walked about two hundred yards to the base of the tree. A few tourists were there taking pictures. A couple of little kids were trying to build a snowman.
    “Guys, look,” Dink said.
    Josh and Ruth Rose turned around and followed Dink’s gaze. Only a few hundred yards away stood the White House. Even through falling snow, the building was easy to see. The front was surrounded by a curve of black fence. Lights shone through dozens of windows.
    “Gosh, it’s so… white,” Josh said.
    “It’s the oldest public building in D.C.,” Ruth Rose said.
    “I heard Lincoln’s ghost walks around inside,” Josh said.
    Ruth Rose grinned. “Ooooh, Josh believes in ghosts,” she said.

    “I wish we had time for a tour,” Dink said. He looked at his watch. “It’s four-thirty and I told Dad we’d be at the hotel by five.”
    Ruth Rose consulted her book again. “The next tour is tomorrow at noon,” she informed the boys.
    The kids hiked through the snow toward the White House. They stopped at the tall black fence and stared through the iron bars.
    Ruth Rose opened her guidebook again. She read a paragraph:
    “President Zachary Thornton and First Lady Lois Corcoran Thornton are the White House’s current residents. They share the White House with the First Lady’s daughter, Katherine, and their many pets.”
    “Wow, it must be awesome to live in the White House,” Josh said. He put his face up against the fence. “Think of allthe rooms you could play hide-and-seek in!”
    “How many rooms are there?” Dink asked Ruth Rose.
    Ruth Rose looked in her book. “One hundred and thirty-two,” she said. “But most of them aren’t open to the public.”
    Just then a dog came bounding through the snow inside the fence. The dog was tall and gray, with long, skinny legs. It was wearing a red sweater with cutouts for the legs and tail.
    A boy and girl about the same age as Dink raced after it, both covered