|The armless Patsy Joan|
I felt around on the shelf for the arms, but they were not there! Since standing dolls cover the floor beneath, in front of, and on the right and left sides of that shelf, I moved several standers and found one arm. Relieved, I moved some of the standers and continued to look in the general area where I felt the other arm might have fallen; and there it was, a little farther back than where the other arm had landed onto the carpeted floor.
From the desk drawer I retrieved some sewing elastic since I could not readily find the rubber string that "we" usually use for restringing. I undressed Patsy Joan and took the doll, the arms, and elastic to Doc Garrett, who shook his head as he inhaled and exhaled a brief sigh after accepting the new patient. Without saying a word, I just smiled at him. He knew what needed to be done.
I returned to the doll room and continued photographing the other Patsys. Before I had them all photographed, the doctor brought Patsy Joan and the remaining elastic to the doll room. With the repair completed, he said, "I'm going to have to start charging you 50 cents or something." I chuckled but agreed with his next statement: "You'd have to pay a lot more if you had to send the dolls off for repairs."
Although I concur, I have not yet paid him his 50-cent fee.
|Patsy Joan with restrung arms|