This was a day at Peggy's house watching her make a bonnet for a doll that may be mine if I am very lucky. Her fingers worked the straw braid deftly, and by and by, there was the brim of an 1840 style bonnet. Then Dennis made a fire and we ate by the fireside. How sweet it is to be in a dear early cape for long lovely hours. Surely there cannot be many to whom it means so much. I appreciate beyond words that Peggy and Dennis share this with me.
One of Peggy's dolls is pictured below. You can see why I want one.