Elanor has finally arrives to the party site. She could have arrived sooner, but convincing mommy and daddy to let her leave early all alone took some time, and the Gaffer was no help at all ("You Ninnyhammer, you'd let her sail to the moon if she took the notion to her curly-haired pate!"). She sets up her tent and starts sewing on her party dress.
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Soli Deo Gloria
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