The old woman brushed away the tear that was forming in her own eye. "There, there, Ginger. It’ll be alright." A shiver crept up the old woman’s neck. Gooseflesh appeared on her arms. She held the pin tightly between her thumb and forefinger knowing the slightest slip would cause great damage - more than she was prepared to accept. A tear ran down the doll’s blushed cheek and under her ratted hair. The old woman continued to scrap years of old crude away from under the lid and from between the lashes. The eyes fluttered every so slightly. The old woman lifted the doll’s head a bit to keep her eyes open.  The doll’s arm moved. The old woman jumped, almost dropping the porcelain doll. Her fingers gripped the doll’s neck a little firmer.

            "Oops... Careful there, old girl."

            Miss Ginger appeared to smile.