_The Paper Dolls Jimsi Made_
THE sun woke Jimsi in the morning. It was peeping into the little blue
room from between the evergreen trees outside. For a moment, Jimsi
wondered where she was and then she remembered, of course! She hopped
into her red woolly wrapper and slipped on the slippers that had Peter
Rabbit’s picture on their toes. The door was open into Aunt Phoebe’s
room and in she ran to say good-morning. “I just can’t wait to see The
Happy Shop, Auntie,” she chirped. “Please, might I go and look at it
right away now!
“Well—yes,” Aunt Phoebe deliberated, “only come right back after you’ve
peeked into the mail-box. I dare say the crow has left something there.”
So off sped Jimsi in the little red shoes that had Peter Rabbit’s
picture on them, through the study where pages of white paper on the
big desk showed that Aunt Phoebe had worked writing a story late
last night. Jimsi opened the glass door that led into The Happy Shop.
It opened with a wee brass doorknob and the doors swung open into
the study. Beyond there was a kind of enclosed porch—only it was not
a porch. It was more like a conservatory or a room with glass sides
and top. There were blue curtains that could be drawn to keep out the
sunlight and windows that opened wide to let in the fresh air. Plants
bloomed all about on shelves. Right beside the shelf where Aunt Phoebe
had put the crow last night there was a beautiful green vine that had
blue-petaled buds and star-shaped flowers. Could anybody imagine a more
lovely place in which to play than this Happy Shop!
Jimsi sighed happily. It was all so perfect! How she wished Mother
could see it! Wouldn’t Henry and Katherine like to play there! Then
Jimsi remembered that she had promised not to stay long and she reached
for the Crow Mail-Box. Surely! there was a tiny envelope in the box!
What fun!
Upstairs, seated on the bed in the little blue room with Aunt Phoebe
hovering about to watch her read it, Jimsi chuckled over the Good Crow
Caw Caw’s letter.
“DEAR JIMSI:
To-day I’ve gone off to a crow convention, so I leave
this letter to tell you something you will find
in the Magic Book to-day. You’ll find paper doll
dresses! You’ll have to hunt for them, but you’ll find
them—whole wardrobes of them: blue, pink, green, red,
yellow, flowered, striped. Look for them.
In the drawer of the big table there are pencils and
some sheets of cardboard.
My friend Jim Crow is calling, so I must close this
letter now.
I send you a crow kiss—a peck of love.
_Caw Caw._
P.S.
You’ll find paper dolls enough for days and days of
play, if you look in the big fashion papers that are in
the magazine rack beside the couch in The Happy Shop.
Cut the stylish ladies out. Mount them on the cardboard
with your paste. I must fly!
_Crow._”
Jimsi could hardly wait to finish breakfast and then, afterwards, she
and Aunt Phoebe took a brisk walk to market and back. All of it delayed
the crow play but all the time Jimsi was talking about it. “Oh, I
never knew there were such splendid papers to make paper doll clothes
anywhere, Aunt Phoebe! I didn’t think of it at all last night when you
showed me the Magic Book! It will be the most jolly kind of fun! Think
of the dresses that the flowered papers will make!”
“Yes,” smiled Aunt Phoebe, “and jackets and cloaks and hats and muffs
and scarfs and kimonos—oh, my! I can’t begin to name all the clothes
you can make.”
“Are there little girl dolls in the fashion magazines? There are,
aren’t there?”
Aunt Phoebe nodded.
“Then I’ll make little girl dresses for them—O-oo! _Party dresses!_”
“Maybe there are babies and little boys and men in the colored picture
pages of the fashion books too!”
“Oh, I’ll make a whole family! I think it will be simply _dandy_! Maybe
I can copy the styles in the magazine. That would be nice! Oh, Aunt
Phoebe, aren’t we about ready to go home?” But though Jimsi wanted
to get to The Happy Shop, she waited patiently while Aunt Phoebe did
errands. It was about half past ten before Jimsi was able to throw off
her coat and rush for The Happy Shop.
“I’m going to be very busy,” Aunt Phoebe warned. “You’ll hear the
typewriter click-click-click. The crow has put all kinds of little
things in the drawer of the table, I think. You won’t have to disturb
me, Jimsi. I’m ever so particular about not being spoken to when I’m
busy, Jimsi. But you’ll be busy yourself. When I finish, I want to see
all the splendid paper dolls you have made and you must show me every
one of their dresses and hats!”
With that, Aunt Phoebe pulled out her desk chair and became suddenly
absorbed in her morning’s work. Jimsi, in the sunny Happy Shop, slowly
turned to close the glass doors after her. The windows were open a bit
and, the softest of fresh breezes fluttered the leaves of the blue vine
that crept past the crow’s mail-box. The little girl could not decide
what to do _first!_ The Magic Book was so wonderfully interesting; the
patterns of paper so wonderfully pretty. Which should she choose for
the first paper doll dress? Jimsi decided on one that had pink sprigs
of daisies in it. Then, suddenly, she saw another that was covered with
yellow flowers. And, beside these, there were numbers and numbers more!
Jimsi turned the leaves of the Magic Book on and on. Each new pattern
seemed the prettiest one yet. And how many leaves there were in that
sample book! Why, the leaves were so very large and long that each
would make hundreds of dresses all alike, if one wished.
[Illustration: THE PAPER DOLLS THAT WERE CUT FROM MAGAZINES AND WHOSE
CLOTHES WERE MADE FROM WALL PAPER]
At last Jimsi decided to leave the Magic Book and make at least _one_
paper doll that could be dressed. She settled herself cosily on the
wicker couch with a pile of the fashion books beside her. Of course,
she found a pretty lady right away. The lady had dark hair done up in a
very modern and stylish way. Jimsi cut her out.
But the paper doll had a dress on! Oh dear! _How_ can you put another
dress on a doll that already has a costume on her? Jimsi thought: she
decided to take the lady’s outline as a guide and make a new body using
the head as it was printed. So she placed the paper doll on the sheet
of cardboard and traced around her to get the outline. Then she pasted
the head on the cardboard and drew stockings and slippers. She colored
the arms on the cardboard flesh-tint and the stockings and slippers
black. Then she cut out the cardboard outline that had the paper head
and there, if you please, was a real paper doll, as splendid as any you
ever saw anywhere!
Of course _one_ paper doll is lonely by herself and Jimsi had to make
the lady doll a sister. This time, she chose a fashion print that had
light hair. But she made the paper doll as she had made the other. It
was terribly exciting now! Jimsi had to make up her mind _what_ kind of
a dress to make for the first paper doll. She named her Mrs. Sweet. The
sister was Miss Pretty.
At last, Jimsi thought Mrs. Sweet ought to have the dress with pink
flowers and Miss Pretty the one with yellow buds. She placed the
doll—Mrs. Sweet—on the sheet of wall paper and outlined all around
her with a pencil, making the skirt of the frock just a stylish ankle
length. At the top where the shoulders were, Jimsi drew tabs to bend
and hold the dress on the doll. Then she cut the dress out, making it
have a _V_ neck. The pink flowers were in a long stripe right down
the front of the dress. They looked like a dainty trimming. But the
dress still needed to be finished, so Jimsi found the box of crayons
that thoughtful crow had left on the table and she made jiggles to
represent lace, straight parallel lines to represent tucks, little dots
to represent smocking. Black dots that were larger were buttons, of
course. One could make almost any sort of trimming in this simple way.
The black crayon could be _very black_ indeed. One could make black
velvet trimming? Oh, it was splendid fun! Jimsi was so occupied that
she never even heard Aunt Phoebe open the glass doors of The Happy
Shop and it was not till Aunt Phoebe stood right beside her that she
was aware. Aunt Phoebe laughed. “Well, Jimsi, you found _some_ of the
magic, didn’t you? It’s exactly ten minutes past twelve. Did you know
it was so late?”
Jimsi held up the beautiful Mrs. Sweet in one hand and the handsome
Miss Pretty in the other. “Oh, I’ve just begun,” she protested. “I
haven’t done anything but start. See!——”
“Well, I’ve finished,” declared Aunt Phoebe. “I’ll help. Suppose I make
some hats!”
So Aunt Phoebe made the hats. She made them by cutting big and little
ovals out of the wall paper. Cutting a strip horizontally across the
center, one could slip the doll’s head up through this and put the hat
right on. Aunt Phoebe trimmed the hats she made with wall paper flowers
or bows cut from paper or by drawing on them with crayon. There were
big and little hats—some plain walking hats and others evidently meant
for dressy occasions.
While Aunt Phoebe was helping with the hats, Jimsi cut a cloak for Miss
Pretty. It must have been an opera cloak for it was loose and flowing
and made of something quite silky. (For the wall paper had a satin
stripe in it, you know.) It was an exceptional success. Jimsi surveyed
it happily. It was splendid. Such a cloak ought to cost at least—but
how much do cloaks cost? It must be nice to be a paper doll and be able
to dress so well in “just paper”!
Oh, yes, Jimsi made Mrs. Sweet a tailor suit all of plain brown wall
paper and both of the dolls had separate skirts for shirt waists,
kimonos, dressing-jackets and muffs. (The muffs were made of dark wall
paper and were fat ovals with slits cut at either end so the doll’s
hand could be slipped in.)
Aunt Phoebe and Jimsi were so very, very busy that they were both ever
so surprised when suddenly the little white-aproned maid who worked by
the day for Aunt Phoebe appeared at the door of The Happy Shop. “Lunch
is served,” said she. And there was nothing but to leave the play and
run as fast as possible to wash the paste off hands and give one’s hair
a smart pat with a hurried hair-brush.
At lunch Jimsi announced that she was going to make little girl dolls
next. She thought she would have three little girl dolls in her family:
a baby, a middling-sized girl of ten or eleven, and an older girl of
High School age. “I’m going to have _one_ boy,” she said. “Boys won’t
be so much fun because their clothes are so plain. But I’ll make a
waterproof coat for this one, an overcoat, and one or two plain suits.
The papa doll can have the same kind.”
But Aunt Phoebe decided that Jimsi must run out-doors in the garden
after lunch and then come in and take a nap. After that, of course, she
could do anything she wished in The Happy Shop. Aunt Phoebe thought it
might be pleasant to write Mother a letter. So the afternoon passed
with the out-doors and the nap and the letter. Jimsi found the little
girl dolls in the fashion papers and had them all ready to cut and
paste next day, but by that time had flown by so fast that the evening
had come and with it there were new interests to draw her away from
paper dolls. There was the crow who came back mysteriously and whom
Jimsi discovered sitting up high on one of Aunt Phoebe’s bookshelves;
there was the going for stamps to mail the letter home. It was quite
chilly and the stars in the night sky were bright like diamonds when
the two came back and opened the front door at Aunt Phoebe’s. Jimsi
hadn’t been lonely at all—why the whole day had passed and she had
been almost all the time alone. Only the time before lunch and just
before dinner at night, had Aunt Phoebe been with her; yet Jimsi had
been happy. The secret, Aunt Phoebe said, was that she had been busy
with happy play and work. “That, as everybody knows, is the one way to
keep glad—but there’s another, Jimsi. Maybe the crow’ll tell you what
that is some day.”
IV
_The Toy Furniture_
The next day Jimsi dashed down to the Good Crow’s letter-box hoping for
a letter. But there was none. Aunt Phoebe said that _she_ thought the
crow meant that there was no need for him to write till Jimsi needed a
new kind of magic play. It was a bit disappointing not to find a letter
in the mail-box, but Jimsi consoled herself. Aunt Phoebe was going to
let her water the plants every morning. There was a cunning little
watering-pot painted red. It stood in a corner of The Happy Shop. It
was really fun to water the thirsty plants and watch to see that dead
leaves were kept from them. After having done this little duty to help,
Jimsi went to market again with Aunt Phoebe and then, afterwards, she
was again in The Happy Shop to play at cutting doll dresses. Oh, she
made the little girl dolls this time. They were made in the same way as
the lady dolls. And she also made the gentleman doll and the little
boy. By that time it was lunch again. Oh, dear! There had been not a
second yet to dress the boy doll!
And then came the out-door and the—yes, the _horrid_ old nap! (Don’t
you hate to take naps! I hope you don’t have to—but if you do, I _do_
hope you’re good about it and that you don’t pout and act disagreeable.
I do! The nap has to come, so you might much better be pleasant and
happy about it and have nothing to be ashamed of.)
Jimsi believed in doing what she was told to do and, beside, _that_ nap
had been one of the conditions that governed the visit to Aunt Phoebe’s
and The Happy Shop—and both Aunt Phoebe and Jimsi had _promised_.
When she woke up, Aunt Phoebe told her she could play in the shop till
dinner-time, if she chose. It was rather damp and chilly out-doors. So
Jimsi made the boy doll’s clothes and cut out the daddy of the family.
_That_ was a good afternoon’s work!
At bed-time, Jimsi was about to hop into the cosy white four-poster
when, somehow, her hand began to feel under the pillow and there, my
dear, there—there _was_ a letter! How like the crow to make it a
surprise and not put it in the letter-box downstairs!
By the light of the pink candle, Jimsi tore open the wee envelope and
read:
“DEAREST LITTLE GIRL:
When I came to perch on my shelf last night, I saw the
lovely dolls you made and the wonderfully beautiful
dresses and hats and cloaks and muffs and evening wraps
and things. When you have finished the family, I’ll
tell you something nice: make a doll house for them. I
can tell you how to make furniture to fit your dolls.
You’ll find ever so many things for the furnishing of a
doll house right in your Magic Book.
Lovingly,
_Crow._
P. S.
You were good to take that nap without pouting. I wish
Mother had seen you start right on the dot. I like
children who keep their promises. Look for a letter
to-morrow.”
Jimsi woke quite early the next morning, even before the sun began to
shine through the boughs of the evergreens outside the window. It was
first dusk and then soft pink and then came faint sunbeams that grew
brighter and brighter. But the clock on the bureau was pointing to an
early hour and Jimsi waited for Aunt Phoebe to move. She did not want
to wake her, for she was a thoughtful little girl—but she _did_ want
the crow letter that she knew must be in the mail-box in The Happy Shop!
Aunt Phoebe was so late in waking that Jimsi had to scurry to get
dressed and couldn’t go downstairs at all after that letter. And then
there was breakfast immediately. But afterwards—_afterwards_, she and
Aunt Phoebe dashed to the mail-box that stood on the crow’s shelf in
The Happy Shop. Sure enough, _there was the letter_!
Jimsi tore open the envelope—why, there was nothing written in it.
It was just some diagrams of the promised furniture for the paper
dolls—but wasn’t _that_ worth getting! All the time, Jimsi had been
wondering how to cut furniture. She hadn’t known at all. She had hoped
the crow would send her the directions but here were just diagrams, the
very things to puzzle over and use! Under each diagram was written what
it would make and the diagrams were like this.
Of course, the Good Crow couldn’t draw very well but he did wonderfully
considering that he had to write and draw with a claw instead of a
hand, Jimsi thought. The idea of the crow’s drawing made her laugh.
“Aunt Phoebe,” she giggled, “that crow of yours is ever so funny!
Imagine a crow’s drawing pictures! But I’m going to make the furniture
and start right away!”
[Illustration: Toy Furniture: The Bed, the Chair and Stool were made
from Wall Paper
Toy Furniture: The Couch, the Table, the Bureau
DIAGRAM 1]
So Aunt Phoebe shut the doors of The Happy Shop and went to _her_ work
while Jimsi began to puzzle over the crow’s diagrams. First there was
the bed. That was to be cut from a long piece of paper about as long as
a paper doll—the longest doll, of course. Jimsi decided that the very,
very heavy wall paper might be used to make the toy furniture and she
found some that was wood-color in the Magic Book.
She cut the bed’s legs about an inch and a quarter long and parallel
with the length of the oblong piece of cardboard. Then, she bent the
legs down and the rest of the ends upward to make baseboards. That made
a paper bed.
But, somehow, when the bed was placed on its legs it sank under the
weight of the paper dolls, so Jimsi made another bed out of cardboard
and pasted the wall paper bed over it. That did splendidly!
She made a pillow of white wall paper and added a coverlet. (There
might have been a fancy blanket under the coverlet, of course. This
would have been cut from some other paper with a pattern design upon
it.)
[Illustration: THE PAPER DOLL FURNITURE THAT WAS CUT FROM CARDBOARD AND
UPHOLSTERED WITH WALL PAPER]
Jimsi made a table next. It was cut like the bed, but in finishing it,
the footboard parts were entirely cut off. And then, too, the table
had longer legs than the bed. It was made to fit the size of the dolls
by measuring. It was necessary to cut the legs the length of the paper
dolls from feet up to waist. The table was measured to fit the big
lady doll and the gentleman.
The chairs were a bit different: to make a chair one had to cut a piece
of cardboard the least little bit smaller than a table—and not half so
wide. One cut the front legs to fit below the table and cut off the
bit of cardboard there as the table end was cut. The rear of the chair
oblong was straight then. The next step was to cut legs of the same
length as the front legs. These were bent down like the first and the
part that remained was the back of the chair! Jimsi upholstered the
chairs with fancy designs cut from other colored sheets of wall paper.
It was jolly! Jimsi made enough chairs for all the doll family. Indeed,
the dolls seemed most sociable as they sat in a row on The Happy Shop’s
table!
A sofa could be made on lines like the chair, only making the cutting
of the cardboard oblong wide and giving it the depth of the chair
also. The sofa was likewise upholstered. Oh, the toy furniture was
great! Jimsi longed to start a doll house and looked about The Happy
Shop to see if she could find a place to lay it out. At last she did
discover a place, on the floor at one end of the shop. She fixed it up
beautifully. Bits of wall paper design cut out in ovals and oblongs,
fringed by snipping with the scissors, made rugs for the house. If
Jimsi had only had a box of some kind—if she _could_ have interrupted
Aunt Phoebe to ask for it, she could have made carpets of wall paper
and had wall paper curtains too.
When the house was done, Jimsi made believe that Mr. and Mrs. Sweet
went to walk in the park. The park was all of the greenery of The Happy
Shop. The ferns made a wonderful grove. All the Sweet children wanted
to have a picnic there. So Jimsi made a white table cloth from the
Magic Book’s paper and cut rounds for plates and funny snips of three
cornered wall paper bits for sandwiches. And there was a big round cake
too! Oh, yes-and some pies that were colored with crayons.
After Jimsi had played all this, it was lunch time and again the hours
had flown by fast.
In the afternoon, when Jimsi went upstairs, right on top of her pillow
there was another crow letter!
“DEAR JIMSI:
I have told you about two new plays that I think ever
so many little girls would like to know about. I hope
you will tell other children about them when you go
home. I don’t think Henry would care much but Katherine
will when she grows older.
There is a little lame girl next door. I know her, just
as I know you. Don’t you want to tell her about your
Magic Book and show _her_ the plays you have found out
about?
It would be ever so nice to have somebody to play paper
dolls with and I’m sure she’d like to know you.
Some day, I’ll write you where she lives more exactly
and I’ll send you word when you can go to see her.
Your
_Caw Caw._
P.S.
If I were you I’d keep my paper dolls nicely and put
them in envelopes. In the drawer of the table in The
Happy Shop, there is a package of big Manilla envelopes
you can use. Write the name of each doll on the
envelope you use for it and its dresses.
P.S. P.S.
If I were you, Jimsi, I’d pick up The Happy Shop this
afternoon. The bits of paper on the floor look untidy
and I think when one is cutting, it is a good plan to
put a newspaper over the floor to catch scraps. I like
neat children and my Happy Shop should be very well
kept.
Thank you for watering the flowers.
_C. C._”
A wave of shame came to Jimsi sitting there on the bed—Oh, dear! She
wanted to run right down and clean up the shop. She remembered that
those bits of paper _did_ look untidy. Oh, dear! But the nap came
first. Soon she was sound asleep.
Nothing of great importance happened the rest of that day, for Jimsi
spent a large part of time in tidying The Happy Shop when she woke.
Then she fixed up the paper dolls in the envelopes. And it was
bed-time. That night, however, the paper dolls slept in beds all
arranged on Jimsi’s dresser at bed-time.
When she went to sleep, she dreamed that she and the Good Crow were
making toy furniture and that the crow was really using scissors with
his claw. She woke up in the middle of the night laughing and Aunt
Phoebe heard her and asked if anything was the matter. “It was just
the crow,” chirped Jimsi. “I was dreaming of The Happy Shop and he was
there cutting toy furniture for paper dolls.”
“I think,” Aunt Phoebe’s voice answered, “that maybe a real little girl
playmate would appreciate paper dolls _more_, wouldn’t she?” Jimsi
said, “Yes,” and then drowsed off to sleep again, hoping that the Good
Crow would tell her soon that she could go and amuse the little lame
girl who lived somewhere nearby.