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{Dot's doctor has decided that her secret friend Dick will have to be
disguised and made to replace her doll Dorothea. Otherwise the street
urchin boy will be discovered by her parents and forbidden to live near
the consumptive girl.)
After Dick's skin was cleansed, the doctor rummaged in his copious bags
and retrieved what looked to the boy to be a spring or clip with the two
ends sharpened to a point.
"Are...are you going to cut me open?" he asked fearfully.
The white haired physician laughed heartily at this.
"You expect me to be pulling scalpels and lancets out of my bags and
using them on you? No indeed, this is simply a pair of tweezers. I use
them to pull splinters out of the paws of young whelps such as yourself,
although they are often employed for more aesthetic purposes, such as
the removal of unwanted hairs. Now hold still, this will pinch."
He proceeded to pluck the boy's brows into a close approximation of
Dot's own gracefully curved ones. Standing back, he compared the two
side by side and grunted his satisfaction with his work.
"Now look at yourself in this hand mirror, lad, and remember how you
look, and what was done to obtain this appearance. In future, you will
need to bear most of the burden of maintaining your charming face."
The boy looked. Already he could see a transformation occurring. It
seemed his eyes were wider and brighter looking!
"The trick to modern cosmetics, thanks to the influence of our Queen, is
to not appear to be employing any. Therefore outright use of paints is
impossible. Many young ladies simply pinch their cheeks and bite their
lips before appearing in public, so that the blood rises to the skin.
However, there are discreet steps we may take that will be more
effective than pinching and biting yet not be detectable to the
discerning eye. Now boy hold stll, for this must be neatly done. I am
applying a lip balm, a salve very popular among my female patients. One
reason for its popularity is that it contains a delicate and subtle
admixture of warm tints, lending colour and smoothness to the lips
without risking the "painted" effect." He worked deftly and carefully,
as befits a man accustomed to using tools on the human body. Then he
invited the boy to look in the mirror again.
"But her mouth is still prettier than mine", the lad objected sullenly.
At this both his friend and the physician had to chuckle. "As well it
should be, in the natural order of things" observed the gentleman. "But
you may improve the sweet bow shape of your mouth through practice.
During the day, when you think of it, pucker your lips. Make a smiling
pout, bring the corners of the lips together and plump the centre of the
lips outward. As you are doing this, pull up your cheeks into a smiling
shape. Be careful not to squint as you do so. The smiling cheek is
always attractive, but too often it is accompanied by the squinting eye,
which adds wrinkles and signs of age. Do this exercise whenever you
think of it, but at least several times a day. Let me see you try it.
There! Quite nice. Watch yourself now in the mirror as you repeat the
gesture. Yes, yes. This should be quite sufficient to bring beauty to
your lips. As for the cheeks..."
He brought a small brown glass pot out of the fancy box and untwisted
its onyx lid. Inside was a colourless cream.
"This is Schnouda. It can also be used on the lips, but I believe the
resulting colour is unnaturally bright, and in any event it is my
conviction that proximity of this substance to the mouth can lead to
ingestion and illness. But a small bit on the cheeks should do no harm.
Now puff up those apples of your cheeks again, boy."
Dick did so, and in the very centre of each cheek the gentleman applied
a small amount of cream and rubbed it in carefully using a small
circular motion. "Do not overdo it! You do not want to appear like a
stage actress, or a harlot. There...look."
His cheeks now seemed to have a healthy glow which they never before had
possessed. They also looked plumper and more appealing, a benefit of the
puffing up as well as of the colour.
"Now over the whole face we will apply a loose powder. This is mostly
talc; it has a very light addition of pigment which is hardly
noticeable. This must be subtle, with absolutely no caking. Keep it away
from your mouth so that it does not mix with the lip balm and reveal its
presence. Keep it away from your hair also. There must be no telltale."
And the man applied the talc with a large brush. "Also beware of having
any of it catch in your brows or lashes. It is best if the schnouda and
talc are applied first; that is what I should have done. Then the rest
can be neatened and cleaned up as you go."
"One more step, and that is the eyes. Observe carefully. Once again the
goal is to approximate nature as much as possible. We are using wax and
colourant, but their presence must remain undetected. No clumping!"
He now removed a small squarish parcel wrapped in paper from the fancy
box and laid it on the table. Opening it, he revealed a rectangle of
pale yellow waxy substance, a very fine small little brush, and a small
lidded box which he proceeded to open.
He placed another piece of paper on the table, shook a small amount of
pure black powder out of the lidded box onto it, placed a few droplets
of water onto the wax, rubbed the brush back and forth across the wax,
and carefully worked the brush through the black powder until it was
evenly coated.
"Try opening one eye whilst I apply this rimmel to the lashes of the
other. Also try not to blink or twitch. This is a discipline which you
will have to develop for those frequent times when you will be obliged
to apply this substance yoursellf. See how slowly and carefully I work?
When done properly, this procedure works a miraculous change. But any
misapplication and...disaster! Can you see what I am doing, as you
oberve with your other eye?"
"Yes sir," said the boy quietly He was in awe of the procedure, it felt
like magic. His plain eye was changing as he watched.
"Now close it, gently. Remember not to rub your eyes while wearing this
rimmel! It will smear. It may be removed with cream, which I shall leave
with you. When you are not applying or removing anything, remember:
hands away from the eyes!"
As the boy acquiesced, he reopened the eye and saw that there had been
no smudging. He now had one elegant eye and one plain one. Obedient to
the doctor's command, he closed the other eye as the cosmetic was
applied there. Finally he was able to open both eyes at once.
Dick gasped.
"I'm...another person!" he whispered.
The doctor smiled indulgently. "Yes, or a doll! That is our objective.
Soon you will be able to reside here out in the open at all times,
without fear. Now just two more things. First, a small amount of
powdered oyster shell, just above the lid of your eye. It has a bit of
shine to it but also conveys the subtle bluish purple colour of fine
veins, so attractive in the eyelid of a young lady of quality. Your
friend here comes by this beauty naturally, lucky her. See also how
Dorothea the doll has a trace of colour there? Now you shall, as well.
Take care that this not enter the eye itself as it is abrasive and
irritating."
"There lacks but one more item, but before we attend to that, kindly
observe how I cleanse my instruments. The tweezers should be washed
first, then the cloth which applied the lip balm, then the cloth which
applied the schnouda, the brush for the talc, and finally the brushes
for the eyelashes and lids. Wash each separately. Take care that no
colours mix, or find their way onto anything. Along with thousands of
others in this country, your goal is to beautify yourself while having
the whole world believe your beauty is entirely the gift of nature and
not of art."
Finally, after brushing and combing the boy's hair neatly, he removed a
large box from his bag. Opening it, he revealed the featureless head of
a woman or girl, crowned with flowing auburn tresses. "A wig" he said
curtly. "Human hair; cost me a fortune." This head he placed on the
table. He reached within the wig and pulled out a series of pins.
Lifting up the wig, he revealed a tight woven cap underneath. This cap
he transferred to the boy's head and stretched it snugly in place.
"Dot, would you hold the glass for us please? Thank you. Now observe
young sir, or miss, how the entire procedure is carried out. First the
cap placed snug and secure in just that position. Now the wig, starting
from the nape of the neck, stretching it- gently!- forward, holding one
hand on the nape so that it does not shift while you position each
temple. Now pin the nape in place, carefully, we want no bloodshed. Is
it secure there? Good. Now pull the temples further down and forward;
the wig will always fight you and try to pull itself up into a fluffy
ball atop your head. You must fight back. Now hold the crown of your
head and pull forward; a high brow is elegant but to appear in the
likeness of Queen Elizabeth would be ridiculous. Here now is the
trickiest part. Work very quickly. Place pins in the crown, both
temples, and above the brow. Now, as is usually the case, we must needs
go back and repin what we have done before, because the dratted wig has
shifted around as we fastened it in place. Look to find any odd seeming
spots, such as above and behind the ears, and correct the appearance
with a pin. Well. Now shake your head gently. Good, all seems secure. It
is safe now for a final brushing. Watch the technique, this is not as
easy as it appears, is it Miss Dot?"
The girl agreed, as she watched in rapt fascination.
"But the skill can be acquired with time. In the interim, I hope your
friend will help you with this routine, hm?"
"Oh, gladly!" the girl exclaimed. "It's like creating a work of art!"
The doctor beamed.
"Now, if you wish, the two of you may examine yourselves in the floor
mirror beside the vanity."
They did so, and both gasped. "Who is who? The dress, the hair, the
face...we are the same!!" they exclaimed in unison.
"Oh, one last thing; your nails" the doctor added. He examined Dot's
hand "Oh these are perfect! You have learnt your lessons well with the
manicure!" Dot blushed and said "Um, that's Dick over there."
The doctor grinned and said "I knew that; it was my poor attempt at a
little game. The resemblance however is indeed uncanny. Now let's see;
not bad, you must take care not to bite your nails! But the cuticles are
much improved. Now I want you to apply this every night, after you use
the stick and the emery board. . It is a powder which you can mix with a
bit of water; some chemicals are released as you do so, as well as a
subtle colourant. Your nails will appear natural, but smoother and more
evenly tinted. Remember the emery board. Ahem. Well. I had worked myself
up for this grand experiment and now that it is over I find myself
rather deflated. But you look fine, fine."
Dot had dreaded this moment.
"Must we now destroy poor old Dorothea? She was my only companion for
many years; I hate to inter her within the sod." And she wept quiet
tears.
The kindly physician gently patted her head. "There, there, perhaps we
can work something out. Indeed she must never be discovered; two dolls
would be one doll too many. But surely in apartments as copious as your
own there must be some secure place of hiding?"
"Under the bed?" suggested Dick, but the others demurred.
"It is a miracle you were never discovered there; sooner or later she
would be found. Nurse cleans this room too often...it must be
elsewhere..." the doctor mused. "Shall we examine your library? Perhaps
there we shall find some inspiration."
The three conspirators retired to the library and began examining it
closely. There were two closets but they were filled with shelves, which
would not allow sufficient space for the secreting of Dorothea. One was
deep enough, with shelves meant for storage of maps, atlases, and art
folios, but the other was shallow, a place for storing wax tapers, pen
knives, scrolls of vellum, and other paraphernalia. Neither would suit.
"Loose floorboards, perhaps?" suggested the medical man. Dick agreed, he
had rummaged abandoned houses and found valuable items underneath the
flooring.
But no such luck.
Dot tossed herself vigorously onto the divan, in a rare display of
temper. "It's not fair! And yet I feel we are close, so very close, to
the solution!" And she stuck out her well shaped lower lip.
"Very close? Yes, perhaps!" exclaimed the doctor. "WIll you allow me to
disengage you from your perch?"
So the girl arose and watched in consternation as the doctor threw the
two cusions from the divan onto the floor, withdrew a folding knife from
his jacket pocket, and used it to viciously attack the upholstered base
of the divan!
"You are ruining it!" exclaimed Dot in horror. But he reassured her "The
cushions should keep any damage from view; at least I hope they
will...Aha! Do you see?"
The children were uncertain as to what they were supposed to see.
Beneath the cloth of the divan base there was a sturdy wooden
crosspiece, and then tightly coiled cables of horsehair.
The looked at each other, two twin girls, perplexed, and shrugged in
unison.
"Just...let...me...prise...up...this...crosspiece," gasped the doctor as
he labored with the flat side of his blade, levering up the wooden piece
and exposing the horsehair. "There now", he declared, "If we carefully
remove such the right amount of horsehair, in just the right place, we
can hide Dorothea in there. I will bring new cloth to replace the
damaged uphostery, and no one shall be the wiser!"
"Brilliant," exclaimed Dick, in tones of wonder.
"But will she break if we sit on her?" worried Dot.
"The best way to prevent that is not to sit on her, then," the gentleman
retorted.
"That sounds reasonable enough" the former boy replied. "We do not often
sit there anyway, since we like to read with the lamps, and they are on
the tables where the seats are."
Dot agreed, and so it was done. With more effort than he had
anticipated, the doctor removed the horsehair. It was wiry and
resilient. "Oh for the proper tools," he moaned. "A serrated edge would
be much more handy, but if we wait until I procure that tool, our
imposture may be discovered in the interim. So! Let us take her dresses
and place them in the bottom and sides of this cavity I have created,
and then place her within the remaining space. You may imagine her
resting in comfort amidst beautiful things, Dot."
She sniffed a sniffle, but nodded.
And so it was done. Dorothea lay in serene repose staring up from the
depths of the divan. The doctor tried to replace the crosspiece by
hammering it with the haft of his knife, but was unsuccessful. "Is there
another item in here with more heft, that might serve?" he inquired.
Dot loved roses, her garden was filled with them, and she had several
fine paperweights in the library which each displayed a preserved rose.
With a sigh, she presented one of them for use as a hammer. "Please do
have a care," she implored.
"As my mistress requires," grunted the older man, pounding away. The
work was soon done, the cushions back in place, and the rose paperweight
returned undamaged. Dot carefully placed it on a remote shelf, as if
reassuring it, showing that it would not again be pressed into such
dangerous service.
The doctor brought his copious bag into the library and placed
Dorothea's flannel nightgown within it. "I do not want the horsehair
contaminating my medicaments," he explained. He lined his bag with the
gown and placed the loose horsehair on top of it. "Please help me
examine the floor here for any stray hairs. There must be no evidence
left here of our activities today." There proved to be hundreds of hair
fragments, the product of the doctors sawing away at the horsehair with
his knife blade, and it took an inordinate time to track down and stow
away.
With its cushions back in place, the divan drew no attention to itself.
Just as he was closing the hasp of his bag, there came a wrapping on the
chamber door.
"Doctor, is she taken badly? If not, I really should come in and dust
around."
It was Nurse!
"Alas, all this business has taken much longer than I anticipated" the
gentleman whispered. "What's to do?"
Thinking quickly, Dot led Dick to a chair in a shadowy corner of the
library and sat him down there. She posed him with his manicured hands
crossed in his lap, head up and alert. "Now for heaven's sake do not
twitch, or blink...or sneeze!" the girl exhorted.
The doctor said loudly, "Coming!" but nevertheless took his time opening
the door.
"My apologies", he said, "the young mistress and I, and her doll, were
just having an enjoyable conversation."
"Hmpph," replied Nurse ungraciously. "I am elated that you have been
having such a fine time. Now please excuse me, this place obviously
needs a thorough cleaning!"
The doctor backed nervously out the door as Nurse got a feather duster,
broom and pan from a closet and began working furiously.
She dusted inside the bedroom closet! Under the bed! Under the settee!
There would have been no escape from discovery for them, had she come a
mere five minutes earlier.
She moved into the library and dusted and swept there as well, all the
surface, over and under every piece of furniture. If she tried to move
the doll, she would discover that it had suddenly gained weight. "Oh
please, do not disturb Dorothea" begged Dot, grasping her supposed doll
around the waist and placing it on her lap.
Nurse loved the child too much too stay out of sorts too long. "Oh
there's a love," she cooed. "Aren't you two just the sweetest twins? As
alike as peas in a pod." And she patted them both on the crown of their
auburn curls.
Once she was gone, Dick drew a deep breath and started shivering. He had
been so scared! It was so difficult, reamining completely motionless,
going limp as Dot moved him around!
But Dot was having a fit of the giggles. "Oh how we fooled her! Poor
doctor, he has created a masterpiece yet no one shall ever know of it!"
Nurse had left bread and butter, marmalade and milk. Dick always drank
first, so that his mouth would not touch where hers had been. This
time, he left an imprint of delicate red lips on the glass. "We must
take care to note and remove all traces such as this," Dot cautioned, as
she cleaned the rim of the glass.
They spent the rest of that day indoors, as was their wont; while in the
library, Dot often looked with strange fondness at the seemingly
unoccupied divan.
After the evening meal, as the natural light dimmed, they went outside
to hear the birds and visit the roses. Dot took Dick's hand. "Thank
you," she said quietly, as they stood together inhaling the flowery
fragrance. "You have been wonderful about this, about everything. You
accept every imposition without complaint, all for me; you are indeed my
knight."
Examining his pretty arms, lifting up the flounce of his dress, Dick
returned, "And with a fine coat of armor, no less."
Giggling, they went hand in hand back into the house.
Dick could no longer sleep under the bed, bud insisted that to go under
the coverlet with Dot would exceed the bounds of propriety. In the end.
after Dot had composed herself, Dick lay down beside her on top of the
coverlet.
In whispered conversation they spoke of how they would brag to Doctor
when he returned for his next visit. Their masquerade had been an
unqualified success!
"Oh, how we fooled Nurse!" Dot chortled, as they drifted off into
dreamland.
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