I've written many stories following this plot.
There was a house in America in the Midwest filled with Germans, Scandinavians, and Russians. Their history went back 200 years.
There was a big house, where many citizens inhabited it.
In the 2nd basement, which was the lowest, there lived a little girl named Christina. She was 9 years old. She owned a small blue-gray kitten, which drank cream from a little bowl. She was wearing a black dress. Her hair was black, sorta set the par for what was what naturally. Her eyes were actually more green, rather than brown or blue or yellow. Her nose was dainty with a point and well embedded in her sometimes rather curious face. Her skin was lily white, and her lips and cheeks were pink like petunias. She also loved wearing her boots. She had a rather plain room and her bed stowed away. Most of the things they had they shared. Like, they had 7 different Bibles, and so on. Mass was a glorious event every 14 days. They wore fancy hats and dresses.
Today, Christina was playing with another girl who was 5 years old. Her name was Bridget. She was a young girl with light brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She sobbed to Christina, who was resilient, because life was so moody during this Romantic era. She was in a silky yellowish dress and little girl shoes. Christina picked her up and held her and spoke to her for about 5 minutes. She took her upstairs, where she was helped to nourishment.
What happened was that there was magic, witchcraft and wizardry. The house was large and many adults inhabited.
They were going on a caravan to a carnival. They went and made camp a bit more than halfway. They surrounded the camp with fire. A young girl with straight, light, reddish brown hair who was only just 6 named Lucy woke up terrified to see a large wolf looking at her. Christina awoke a man, and another girl who was 8 tended to Lucy.
Finally they arrived. Christina went in the tunnel of love. There were other older people on this magnificent trail, but most people shunned it.
They returned home. Then, they were going to all trek the land and sail overseas. That they did, leaving their "things" behind. There were some adult women and men here. The men were speaking of business. Christina was quite a lady. She sat nostalgically on the bay, while other girls moped about, tired from the trip and apprehensive to the doings of what was up ahead. A few older girls got together and made chat. The older ladies held the toddlers or young children. The kids were rather moody about whether or not they wanted to socialize. In the end, with the help of the "parents" or adults, they did. Some of them sat in their laps, and some of them were carried. One girl named Shirley sat in the lap of a woman, while the woman stroked her and was able to kiss her and held her cooing her and talking. So, Christina meandered about thinking back on what she knew and a lady came over to her who could tell she was actually seriously moody and comforted her and picked her up and rocked her, while serious thoughts overcame her. Another girl who was 11 with smooth red hair was also feeling moody and was settled down by another lady and picked up.
Finally, the boat arrived, and the girls were all sent snug to sleep, while the older girls were tended to that they get to sleep soundly, as well, and that their moods be recognized. They arrived in the Netherlands, and they stayed there and had fun exploring mysterious feelings and having fun with life, in a new way for a change for them.
They were to go somewhere else. Somewhere, there was danger, so the group split up to help out in different places. Christina became a maid for a mother with 2 daughters and helped get things done. In the end, she left and moved to Africa and learned secrets of life. After that, the people she knew networked back again and told what had happened.