My beautiful House of Seven Gables dolls are dressed after running around nakey for seventy years. They were made by P. K. Shalliber, and it's difficult to tell them from their real nineteenth century German ancestors. They might well have been made from fallen branches from the tree in the Hawthorne book, which is fiction, but his cousin lived there. Plus check-out Lovecraft from Annie Isi. I'd gotten a cosmic jackalope, and the Etsian was kind to throw-in the ideal pet.