“I LOVE this story!!!” Camille shouted, “Read it again!!!”
I laughed, “How about Katelynne reads it again this time! Here, you can sit on my bed.”
I set them on my bed and started doing other things, listening to Katelynne reading the story. The two dolls cuddled on the bed with each other even after Katelynne had finished, Camille still randomly turning pages and muttering to herself.
“What is it?” Katelynne asked.
“I’m trying to figure out how Bartholomew’s hats kept appearing. How it just ‘happened to happen and it wasn’t very likely to happen again.’ That’s just like the fairies, right? Everything about them happens differently doesn’t it? Even if it’s similar. Annaleis and Sophie’s adventure was so different from ours even though some of it was the same. And I have a feeling if we get to go back to the fairy forest and visit the twinkling tree, would we go back to the foreign fairyland again?”
“Would the twinkling tree even be there again?” Katelynne asked, “Every time we visit the fairy forest we see something completely different and completely unexpected! The fairy house, the ice pond, the twinkling tree…..that’s fairy forests for you! And fairy magic.”
“Yes….” Camille agreed, scrunching up her face in deep thought, “I need a thinking cap. I’ve been thinking too hard. And I need a special one with feathers in it!”
“You silly Nut! I don’t even think we own hats with feathers…..The only one who owns a hat with feathers is….”
“ELIZABETH!!” Both girls shouted and giggled.
“And she’ll NEVER let us borrow hers! Not after the Uncle Andy incident!” Katelynne said. Indeed that hilarious story had gotten round to all the dolls who all thought it was the hootiest hoot of a story but it was complete taboo around Elizabeth. If anyone even MENTIONED Mt. Vernon and hats in the same sentence she would get very vicious.
Katelynne could remember the story like it was yesterday…..
Felicity and Elizabeth were walking with Heather the human and her Uncle Andy, Aunt Deni, and cousin Aaron, in the Mt. Vernon Gardens.
“Too bad it’s winter, these gardens are going to be boring,” Heather muttered.
“You might be surprised,” Felicity said, “You never know what you might see in a Colonist’s garden even in the winter.”
And sure enough, Aunt Deni pointed out the fleur de lis in the top right corner of the gardens. Deni also suggested to Heather to take the dolls out and pose them in front of the little shed.
“I’ll bet that’s the door closest to our size that we’ll ever come to!” Elizabeth said.
‘I wonder how I’m going to fit this in the blog,’ Heather thought as she posed the dolls and took pics.
“You’ll think of something! You always do!” Felicity said.
“My hat!!” Elizabeth cried, spinning around, searching, “My hat’s gone! Oh no! Now my hair’s really going to get ruined! I can feel the wind picking up already!”
“Don’t be ridicul–” but Felicity couldn’t continue because she gave a shriek and doubled over in laughter! Elizabeth’s hat had been stolen — by one of the BOYS!!!! Who was wearing it!!!!
“MY HAT!!!!!” Elizabeth cried. She was the only one not laughing.
Felicity and Heather both thought it was so cute and sweet that Uncle Andy wanted to be a part of the doll adventure!
But Felicity could feel Elizabeth’s mounting anger and embarrassment.
“He’ll give it back,” she told her.
But Elizabeth was not mollified, “Someone just stole my hat! And not only that! A BOY person stole my hat and PUT IT ON HIS HEAD!!!!”
“Elizabeth, it was just for fun!”
“No! This is Humiliation! I am a gentle lady!! You do NOT steal a woman’s headpiece! I should have stayed in the car!!”
“Nooo! Elizabeth!! Get over your vain self and look in his heart! He’s not making fun of you! He is good!”
“Well, he picked the wrong hat!!! YOU’RE the one who’s wearing a man’s hat! I still can’t believe it, Lissie! You could have borrowed my other riding hat, but no, you had to choose Ben’s.”
“Because Ben is special to me. He helped me out when I was in trouble.”
Elizabeth shook her head as she was packed back in the bag along with her doll stand and hat.
Katelynne smiled and shook her head.
“But what if we just….asked,” Camille said.
“YOU stick your head in the lion’s den! I’m so staying out of this one!”
“Well, at least come with me!”
“Why is it, that every time you say please you get what you want?” Katelynne groaned and got up and followed her to find Elizabeth.
“I’ve been thinking for a looooooong time today.”
“Mhmm! Faaaar too long! It was test day at school and I thought, and thought and thought. And then I had homework to do. And I thought, and thought and thought some more! And then Keisha was asking me tons of questions and I thought, and thought, and thought some more! And now, Katelynne just told me a thinking story! I need to figure it out! And I can’t think and think and think anymore! I need help and you’re just the person to help me!”
“Mhmm! I need a thinking cap! But not just any thinking cap! I need a special one!”
“A special one?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.
“I need one that has magic in it and yours does.”
“Magic? Huh. I think it has the opposite of magic in it. It’s the bane of my existence! It’s my fall from grace! It’s my complete ruin and humiliation!”
Katlynne rolled her eyes and muttered something that Elizabeth couldn’t hear.
“No!” said Camille, “It does have magic! It went all the way to Virginia! It touched the edge of the fairy forest! It was blessed by Unc- I mean, it has a feather on it which makes it extra special and perfect for thinking! It’s a very very special hat.”
“You really think so?” Elizabeth asked. Despite all the hat hoopla that surrounded her, she really did love her hat and thought she looked terribly smart and dapper in it.
“YES!” Camille confirmed.
“Well, all right. I guess you can borrow it, but only for thinking!”
Katlynne’s mouth dropped open in shock. She couldn’t believe what Elizabeth was doing.
“Of course!” Camille agreed, “only thinking!”
Camille put the hat on her head.
“Oh!” she said.
“I can’t see, but I can think so much better!! But it’s not quite good enough. I still can’t figure it out. Samantha is the wisest doll, I should ask her for help. Samantha, do you have a thinking cap?”
“A thinking cap? No, I just have my old garden hat. Would you like it?”
Just then, Amy came waltzing through the room.
“Amy!!” Elizabeth cried, “You’re perfect!!! You’re going to be so beautiful in the garden when you watch the lilacs! I think you’re even more beautiful than they are! Will Jacky join you?”
“I’m not sure, she still wants to know if the humans are going sailing and she hasn’t heard word yet. I”m trying to persuade her.”
“Amy! Your hat! I bet it has fairy flower magic in it!” Camille cried from under hats.
“Why do you think that?”
“Because you’re going to go see the flowers! Can I borrow it? I need it to figure out a story.”
“I suppose, but I’ll need it back when the lilacs bloom.”
Another doll walked in the room, but they couldn’t even see who it was from all the mountain of hats.
“Did someone say they needed thinking caps?” a sweet voice asked.
“Here you go!”
“Hooray!!!! 500 thinking hats!!
“Just like Bartholomew Cubbins!!!!”
Katleynne and Annaleis stacked the hats on top of Camille and laughed and giggled.
“Five hundred thinking hats!”
“Thinking very fast now!” Camille cried in excitement.
“It IS fairy magic!!! We’re right!”
“Of course it’s fairy magic!” Katelynne was laughing even harder, “Just like the flurry fall festival, we’ve just happened to make hilarious hat-making history! Heee!”