Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
It was almost midnight and the dolls were asleep in their beds; all except Raggedy Ann.
Raggedy lay there, her shoe button eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. Every once in a while Raggedy Ann ran her rag hand up through her yarn hair. She was thinking.
When she had thought for a long, long time, Raggedy Ann raised herself on her wobbly elbows and said, "I've thought it all out."
At this the other dolls shook each other and raised up saying, "Listen, Raggedy has thought it out!"
"Tell us what you have been thinking, dear Raggedy,'' said the tin soldier. "We hope they were pleasant thoughts." "Not very pleasant thoughts!" said Raggedy, as she brushed a tear from her shoe-button eyes. "You haven't seen Fido all day have you?"
"Not since early this morning," the French dolly said.
"It has troubled me," said Raggedy, "and if my head was not stuffed with lovely new white cotton, I'm sure it would have ached with worry! When Mistress took me into the livingroom this afternoon she was crying, and I heard her mamma say,'We will find him! He's sure to come home soon!' and I knew they were talking of Fido! He must be lost!"
The tin soldier jumped out of bed and ran over to Fido's basket, his tin feet clicking on the floor as he went. "He is not here," he said.
"When I was sitting in the window about noon-time," said the Indian doll, "I saw Fido and a yellow scraggly dog playing out on the lawn and they ran through the hole in the fence!"
"That was Priscilla's dog, Peterkins!" said the French doll.
"I know poor Mistress is very sad on account of Fido," said the Dutch doll, "Because I was in the diningroom at supper time and I heard Daddy tell her to eat her supper and he would go out to find Fido; but I had forgotton all about it until now."
"That's the trouble with all of us except Raggedy Ann!" cried the little penny doll, in a squeaky voice, "She has to think for all of us!"
"I think it would be a good plan for us to show our love for Mistress and try and find Fido!" exclaimed Raggedy.
"It's a good plan, Raggedy Ann!" cried all the dolls.
"The let us waste no more time in talking!" said Raggedy Ann, as she jumped from the bed, followed by the rest.
The nursery window was open, so the dolls helped each other up on the sill and then jumped on the soft grass below. They fell in all sorts of queer attitudes, but of course the fall did not hurt them.
At the hole in the fence the Indian doll picked up the trail of the two dogs, and the dolls, stringing out behind, followed him until they can to Peterkin's house. Peterkins was surprised to see the strange little figures in white nighties come stringing up the path to the dog house.
Peterkins was to large to sleep in the nursery, so he had a nice cozy dog house under the grape arbor.
"Come in," Peterkins said when he saw and recognized the dolls, so all the dollies went into Peterkin's and sat about while Raggedy told him why they had come.
"It has worried me, too!" said Peterkins, "but I had no way of telling your Mistress where Fido was, for she can not understand dog language! For you see,'' Peterkins continued, "Fido and I were having the grandest romp over in the park when a great big man with a funny thing on the end of a stick came running towards us. We barked at him and Fido thought he was trying to play with us and went up to close and do you know, that wicked man caught Fido in the thing at the end of the stick and carried him to a wagon and dumped him in with lot of other dogs!"
"The dog catcher!" cried Raggedy Ann.
"Yes!" said Peterkins, as he wiped his eyes with his paws. "It was the dog catcher! For I followed the wagon at a distance and saw him put all the dogs in a big wire pen, so that none could get out!"
"Then you know the way there, Peterkins?" asked Raggedy Ann.
"Then show us the way!" Raggedy Ann cried, "for we must try to reach Fido."
So Peterkins led the way up alleys and across streets, the dolls are all pattering along behind him. It was a strange procession. Once a strange dog ran out at them, but Peterkins told him to mind his own business and the strange dog returned to his own yard.
At last they came to the dog catcher's place. Some of the dogs in the pen were barking at the moon and others were whining and crying.
There was Fido, all covered with mud, and his pretty red ribbon dragging on the ground. My, but he was glad to see the dolls and Peterkins! All the dogs came to the side of the pen and twisted their heads from side to side, gazing in wonder at the queer figures of the dolls.
"We will try and let you out," said Raggedy Ann.
At this all the dogs barked joyfully.
Then Raggedy Ann, the other dolls and Peterkins went to the gate.
The catch was too high for Raggedy Ann to reach, but Peterkins held Raggedy Ann in his mouth and stood up on his hind legs so that she could raise the catch.
When the catch was rasised, the dogs were so anxious to get out they pushed and jumped against the gate so hard it flew open, knocking Peterkins and Raggedy Ann into the mud. Such a yapping and barking was never heard in theneighborhood as when to dogs swarmed out of the enclosure, jumping over one another and scrambling about in the mad rush out of the gate.
Fido picked himself up from where he had been rolled by the large dogs and helped Raggedy Ann to her feet. He, Peterkins, and all the dolls ran after the pack of dogs, turning the corner just as the dog catcher came running out of the house in his nightgown to see what was causing the trouble.
He stopped in astonishment when he saw the string of dolls in white nighties pattering down the alley, for he could not imagine what they were.
Well, you may be sure the dolls thanked Peterkins for his kind assistance and they and Fido ran on home, for a faint light was beginning to show in the east where the sun was getting ready to come up.
When they got to their own home they found a old chair out in the yard and after a great deal of work they finally dragged it to the window and thus managed to get into the nursery again.
Fido was very grateful to Raggedy Ann and the other dolls and before he went to his basket he gave them each a lick on the cheek.
The dolls lost no time in scrambling into bed and pulling up the covers, for they were very sleepy, but just as they were dozing off, Raggedy Ann raised herself and said, "If my legs and arms were not stuffed with nice clean cotton I feel sure they would ache and I could not feel happier if my body were stuffed with sunshine, for I know how pleased and happy Mistress will be in the morning when she discovers Fido asleep in his own little basket, safe and sound at home.
And as the dollies by this time were all asleep, Raggedy Ann pulled the sheet up to her chin and smiled so hard she ripped two stitches out of the back of her rag head.
Special thanks to the Gutenberg project. C&G Design
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The rules are as follows:
1. Link back to the person who gave you the award.
2. Pass it along to 15 bloggers that are new to you.
Well, some are new, some aren't, they are as follows:
11.Wool + Water
As with all memes or tags, no one really has to accept their award. I do it as a fun way to meet people. Thank-you, Debbie! C&G Design
Monday, April 27, 2009
Gomez, remember he use to kiss up Morticia's arm when she spoke french?
A wall portrait of Uncle Fester, Hey, That plant looks to be from Nintendo's, Mario, only green instead of polka dotted.
I never understood why this family had a nursery, too funny!
Cousin IT and Lurch! Oh, this brings back floods of memories, Lurch's harpsichord organ must be in the basement!
Morticia in the bedroom, wonder if this family has nightwear similar to day wear. Seem their attire never changes.
Wednesday and Pugsly. Wednesday was always trying to do in Pugsly, but he didn't seem to notice. Poor Wednesday, full of woe.
Uncle Fester with a pumpkin.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I'd like to thank Beverly for being our wonderful hostess, Pink Saturday has grown to about 150 participants and she does a marvelous job handling all of it. Jump on over and see for yourselves, click here.
I'm portraying some decor from my daughter's room for today's Pink Saturday, she likes butterflies, frilly, sheer, butterflies. Here are the lights that are on her bed. And here is the montage on the wall over her bed. The orange and black one is from the Halloween costume I made for her when she was two, she wore them again about 5 years later when she (7 years old) was a wooded fairy in a very big production play of Snow White. She also had the two small ones (clipped in the middle of the big butterflies) holding both sides of her tiara , clipped to her hair. She was sooo cute! And in the front line of the act!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The plaster hardened, grrrr. I could only force, force! The cover on to about halfway, tsk! Makes sense.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Geez, needed to come a see me.
Love, Raggedy Ann.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Ah, two friends and a dog.
If my dollhouse project would look so nice.
Check out the cuckoo clock, it really works! Timex, takes a licking.