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She gazed at her wistfully, unable to express herself. The other Elsie, as quick, nearly, to read as to express feeling, and naturally the more impulsive, answered from her heart. "Oh, we'll see each other often, we'll just have to, Elsie-Honey," she cried. "And anyhow, we'll want to compare notes and brush up on our parts. We'll visit back and forth. You come to New York and I "
She expected very soon to confide her ambition to Miss Pritchard honestly, she was so dear and splendid, that it was the greatest wonder that she hadn't told her she wanted to be an actress before they left the Grand Central Station. . . . "I'm simply perishing to hear from you, Elsie-Honey," the letter concluded.
Then she rushed upon Elsie Marley, who had come forward shyly, and flung her arms about her. Then she turned, her arm still about the other girl, to Miss Pritchard. "I couldn't wait any longer, Cousin Julia," she said sweetly. "I just had to see Elsie-Honey." "We're to be real cousins," the other whispered, and the quick-witted girl understood at once. "How perfectly ripping!" she cried.
I'm sure you're not the image of any one, Elsie-Honey, and you'll come to see me often enough to make up, won't you?" "Oh, yes, Elsie, unless he Mr. Middleton should object to my coming to New York alone?" "You'd better begin right away calling him Uncle John, so as to get used to it as soon as you can," suggested the other. "And I'm sure he won't object.
It would be hard on Elsie-Honey, for already she seemed just to love that poky parsonage, and was apparently quite as attached to Uncle John as she herself was to Cousin Julia.
"I will if you'll let me call you Elsie-Honey? You see it really belongs." Elsie knew that it was silly, but she found herself quite willing. She seemed under a strange spell. "Only," she added, with a stronger sensation of discomfort, "after to-morrow it isn't likely we'll ever see one another again." "Oh, yes we will, sure.
Why, we just must at least if you want to half as much as I do, Elsie-Honey?" "I do," Elsie confessed shyly and now with a curiously pleasant feeling. "And now, Elsie, please sing the other stanzas." "It sounds just dear to say stanzas," cried the other. "I should always say verses, even if I didn't forget which was which."
Neither of them has seen either of us. Uncle John would draw a prize instead of me, and I'd be awfully good to your cousin, Elsie-Honey." Really to grasp a conception so daring and revolutionary took Elsie Marley some time. But when she had once grasped it, she considered it seriously. It did not seem to her, even at first, either unreasonable or impossible.
Of course it was not animated now; nevertheless, it was not so utterly wanting in expression as it had been the day before, even in juxtaposition with the vivid little face beside her. "Oh, Elsie-Honey, I've got something perfectly gorgeous to tell you," cried the dark Elsie. "Listen you're not very keen about going to your cousin's, are you?"
"Oh, Elsie-Honey," the passage ran, "I was so relieved and thankful to get your letter and feel convinced that you like Uncle John and Aunt Milly just as well as I do Cousin Julia though I don't see how you can quite. It came to me the night before I got your letter suppose you should want to swap back? The cold shivers chased one another up and down my spine and nearly splintered it.
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