"Emily hummed the familiar tune as she made her way down the hall. When she came to the dollhouse, standing in the place of honor at the base of the stairwell, she paused as she always did and peered inside. The miniature parlor was just as it should be--an exact replica of the real parlor she had inspected a minute ago, down to the tiny songbook open on the music rack. But when her eyes moved on to the dining room, she gasped and felt a sharp pain in her chest. 'Judith!' she cried. 'Come quick!'"
©2003 Robin Hathaway