Saturday, November 12, 2016

The Jane deLacey Chronicles - Chapter Eleven

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JANE!

            Jane deLacey had only been living in the Big House by the Park for a few days when the girls threw a birthday party for one of them; Clarice was turning nine.  Jane, having just come from 1594, was fascinated by the ceremony since children’s birthdays weren’t given much attention in Elizabethan England.  It was also her first exposure to chocolate cake and ice cream, and she was very pleased with that!

            “When is your birthday, Jane?” asked Julia.
            “I was christened on the Friday after Lady Day, so methinks I was born on the Wednesday.”
            “When, and what, is Lady Day?”
            “’Tis also called the Feast of the Annunciation.” Jane explained.
            “March Twenty-fifth,” added Leah, “Nine months before Christmas.”
            “What day of the week was Lady Day that year?” Julia asked.
            “I know not.”
           
“The big almanac in the public library has a table in it for finding out calendar dates for any year; we could easily look it up.” Leah offered, “Do you know what the year was?”
            “Aye, ‘twas 1585, for I ken that I was three when the Great Armada was defeated in 1588.”
            “Or,” suggested Julia, “We could just celebrate her birthday on the Wednesday after March Twenty-fifth, regardless of the date.”

            Which is what they decided to do.  Eleven months later, Jane’s birthday had come around, and, having taken part in the celebrations for all the other girls, she was eagerly awaiting her own birthday party.  Chocolate was, of course, the flavor du jour.
            “This is just ducky!” Jane exclaimed, as the cake was brought in, “A razzmatazz of a bash!”  The girls laughed and clapped. “Now I needs must make a wish before I blow them out, but it beats me what I should wish for.”
            “Your heart’s desire,” said Nellie.
           
Jane glanced at the paintings around the room, closed her eyes, and blew out the candles in one breath.
            “’Twas dilly hard to think of what to wish for,” Jane said, “I nearly have my heart’s desire living here in cushiness, surrounded by loving friends.  Of my old life, back home, there is only one thing I truly miss.” 

She sighed, wistfully, then laughed, “But there is chocolate cake here enow, and fain would I serve you withal!”

They all ate their fill of ice cream and cake.

When they had finished eating, and cleared the table, Samantha spoke. 
“Now we have your birthday present for you, Jane.  It’s from all of us.” 
            Gila presented Jane with a brightly wrapped box.  She had it open in no time.

            “’TIS NELL!” Jane shrieked, “’Tis my poppet!  Where so e’er didst find her?”

            The girls look at each other, mouths agape.
            “This was your doll?” asked Samantha, dumbfounded.
            “Aye, in sooth!  I know it for a certainty, for see?  There is that self mark on her face from whence I did let her fall ‘pon the stairs! La!”

            “We had no idea,” said Nellie, “I found her in the junk shop.  She was missing a leg, her dress was faded and in tatters, her headdress was gone, and her face paint had worn off.  I knew she was very old, but not how old.  I felt so sorry for her that I had to rescue her.  The junk man didn’t know what he had; it was just an old, broken toy.  He wanted a whole dime, but I talked him down to a nickel.”

            Samantha continued, “Katherine Alyse looked in her history of fashion book and found out that she had been dressed in the style of the fifteen hundreds, around the time you were back home  We decided to fix her up as a present for you.”

            “A new leg for her I carved,” said Gila, “and to her I fastened it.  Katherine Alyse, what her headdress would have been like, she found in her book, and Julia, the dress she made.”
            “I did some of the fine stitching,” said Samantha, “and painted her face.  It never occurred to us that she could have once been yours!”

            Jane hugged Nell to her. “Gee willikers! This day does lollapalooza it right well!  Oh, Nell!  I am as pleased as punch to hold you again!  When first was I supratemporally transmigrated here from my home, all I wanted was to go back, lickety-split!  I learned to love it here pretty darn quick, though, and soon hoped I’d never go back.  Now I know I am here for good and all!”

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