Eleanor hugged the doll tightly, unwilling to let go, and announced to Maria in a voice that was much more cheerful and higher-pitched than usual, "I'm going to name her Amy. She's my most precious Amy!"

Maria was momentarily surprised, then she smiled gently and patted Eleanor's head. "Alright, she's your Amy now. So, how about we make some clothes for her?"

"Yes!" Eleanor's embroidery skills were quite good, but she didn't know how to draft patterns or cut fabric. In fact, as a noble lady, no one expected her to learn these skills. She only needed to be able to embroider pretty designs on handkerchiefs or ribbons, which was...