Kirsten is an 18-inch-tall girl from 1854, and Nellie is
an 18-inch-tall girl from 1906, while Mini Kit is a 6.5-inch-doll
from 1934. And I am not quite historical, although American Girl is just a few years away from putting me in that category...
Speaking of history, I have two albums that should go before this one; oops.
But this one is done in an ALMOST timely manner! Nothing like the ones I need to do from, ah, June and July....
"Oh dear," Nellie said. She had changed into her work dress and
was trying her best to get my place in some kind of order.
"What's all this fabric doing here?"
"You worry too much," Kirsten said.
She was engrossed in a small pleasure. Not reading, but rather,
looking at a beautiful picture of herself (oh yeah, and Nellie's in it
too). Here it is in a file photo.
(Thank you, Secret Sister! The girls are still enthralled!)
Suddenly, there was a loud thud. Kirsten looked up--oh no!
"Nellie!" Kirsten called. "Are you all right?"
"Did the poorly-sewn Velcro in your sleeves cut off your wrist circulation?" Kirsten asked, her voice full of concern.
"Oh, no. I'm...just a little tired, Miss Kirsten," Nellie said,
panting. "That's really a lot of fabric for one doll to fold."
"Don't worry!" a tiny voice called.
"It's Mini Kit to the rescue!"
Nellie gratefully took the bottle of clear, refreshing water.
"Hey, Kirsten," Mini Kit said. "I don't know why that Cheap Lady
even bought you a work dress. It's not like you do any work."
"Hey!" Kirsten said. "I have half a mind to ship you off to--"
"Too late!" Mini Kit said. "I already have plans!"
"Plans?" Nellie asked.
"Yup. I'm going on a real vacation! Two of my favorite
people in the whole world, Deborah and Stella, have offered to host me!"
Kirsten's eyes lit up. "They live in another state, right?"
"HEY!" Mini Kit yelled.
"You'd better hurry and get there, then!" Kirsten said. "How long are you going to be gone? Four years? Five?"
"Miss Kirsten," Nellie reprimanded. Kirsten stepped back.
"Oh, Miss Mini Kit," Nellie said softly. "I'm going to miss you."
Mini Kit reached out for Nellie's hand. "I'll come back; I promise."
Nellie sniffed, and then she had to turn away, hiding her tears in her apron.
But Kirsten's heart skipped with joy as she put the lid on Mini Kit's box.
"Hey!" Mini Kit yelled, kicking.
"You put me in the right way!!!"
"Miss Kirsten, please be gentle with her," Nellie said.
Kirsten sullenly flipped the lid over.
Mini Kit looked as serene as an angel.
"Little did Deborah know that the harmless-looking doll inside the box was pure evil..."
"Miss Kirsten!" Nellie said. "That's not very nice!"
"Besides!" Mini Kit said, her voice muffled through the box. "Deborah wanted to see me!"
"You mis-heard. I'm sure she wanted me,"
Kirsten said. "'Kirsten' and 'Mini Kit' sound a lot alike.
But that Cheap Lady thinks I'm too precious to send in the mail."
"Or she could just be too cheap," Mini Kit countered.
Nellie went over to bid Mini Kit a fond farewell, and together, she and Kirsten closed the lid.
Safe travels, Mini Kit!
"But I still wonder what Miss Cheap Lady is doing with that flowered fabric," Nellie mused...
On to 12.15.07