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Dorothy Sawyer is the owner of Sew Fine and the previous occupant of the Sawyer House. She is only seen in Kristy and the Haunted Mansion.

Biography[]

Dorothy was eighteen on January first, nineteen thirty-five. She disappeared on the night of June eighth when she was supposed to elope. The night was “the worst electrical storm in local memory,” while “torrential rains” flooded the area and the bridges on Sawyer road were washed out. Her father, Owen Sawyer, said that Dorothy’s disappearance had all but broken his heart.

Police reports about the search for Dorothy, and a story about how the detective in charge had declared, finally, that Dorothy must be considered dead. Sawyer Girl Drowned During Storm.  Dorothy’s body had never been recovered, according to articles, but through interviews and investigation, the detective had decided that Dorothy must have drowned as she tried to cross the swollen, raging creek to meet Will.

Owen Sawyer died on December eighth six months to the day after Dorothy disappeared. A neighbor was quoted in an article as saying that Owen Sawyer had died “of a broken heart,” after his daughter had disappeared.

Mary Anne Spier recognizes her picture that Karen Brewer showed the BSC. Mary Anne knows her as the woman who runs a sewing shop, Sew Fine.


Diary Entry’s[]

January first

‘What an exciting time this is! President Roosevelt says the country will be back on its feet soon, and the Depression won’t last much longer. Thank goodness Papa managed to avoid losing all his money and we are able to live the way we have always lived. I am grateful for that, but Papa doesn’t understand that money isn’t everything to me. I would give it all up – and I shall give it all up – to marry W. That is, if he ever proposes. I thought he might last night, when we were at the New Year’s Ball, but he did not. I know he loves me, I know it!’

February fifteenth

“The day after Valentine’s Day. And listen to this: ‘Will proposed last night, over dinner at the hotel. He was so sweet and loving, and of course I accepted. I haven’t told Papa yet, though. I just know he’ll disapprove. He doesn’t think Will is good enough for me. For that matter, he doesn’t think anyone is good enough for me. Papa loves me, I know that, but sometimes his love is just a little stifling. If only Mama were alive, to balance everything out. I do love Will, and I plan to marry him with or without Papa’s permission. But part of me wonders if it’s the right thing to do. If I marry Will – I mean when I do – I’ll move from my father’s house to his. Shall I ever be able to do all the things I’ve dreamed of doing, such as touring Europe and visiting exotic lands? Or will I live out my life as first someone’s daughter and then as someone’s wife?

Friday, June first

A week from now, Will and I will be married. Papa, as I guessed he would do, has forbidden me to marry Will, so we have decided to elope. We will do it on June eighth. The plan is for Will to tell Papa that he is taking me out for dinner. But instead of going to the hotel, we will drive to Maryland, where it is easier to get married without a parent’s permission. I am excited and anxious and happy and sad – all at the same time.

Thursday, June seventh

Tomorrow is the big day! I’ve packed a small suitcase and hidden it in the bushes. I’ve also written a note to Papa, explaining my actions and telling him that I will always love him, even though I have disobeyed him. I only hope he understands. And I hope Will understands that I do not want to live a housewife’s life. We have argued about this many times, but I think and hope that he is beginning to see that I’m serious about this. Well, tomorrow night I will be Mrs. William Blackburn. My new life begins in twenty-four hours.’ ”

Her story ends with: That stormy night, when she was swept downstream by the raging creek she realized something. As I was climbing up the muddy bank where I had finally found something to hold onto, I realized that for the first time in my life I was free. Free! I was on my own. I didn’t have to answer to any man: not Father, not Will. For, as much as Will loved me, I knew he would have given me the same sort of life that Father had: a life that was overprotected and stifling.” Dorothy paused and looked very serious for a moment. “And so I never returned,” she went on. “I know it was wrong to let them think I was dead, but it was the only way I could see for me to take control of my life. And take control I did. I made up a new identity for myself. I traveled all over the world. I had a wonderful time. And then, finally, I settled in this little town, near the village of my childhood. Since I’ve always loved needlework and sewing, I opened this store ten years ago, and I’ve been here ever since.”

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