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Updated: May 9, 2025
"Of course, you don't remember your father, Elsie, but do you remember any other of the Marleys or know anything of them?" "Just one member of the family," said Elsie, getting down from the window-seat. "I've heard about her ever since I can remember." And bowing low, she began to sing: "Do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? The wife who sells the barley, honey?
I'll just watch out to see that everything's all right with you, and then I'll skidoo. Dear me, I hope I don't look so awfully unlike the Marleys as to frighten Cousin Julia?" Had she said the Pritchards, Elsie would have been in a quandary; as it was, her face brightened. "She never knew the Marleys, and there aren't any now," she said. "She knows only the Pritchards." "Hooray!
It seemed inconceivable that Elsie could have inherited them except through the Marleys; and yet, of course, Elsie remembered her mother who had died only three years ago. She had to consider that the girl didn't like that fresh Jerrold boy and had been nettled by his remark. Possibly in her indignation she had said what first came into her mind, though it didn't seem like her.
I shall harp on the Marleys morning, noon, and night!" "She'll like you," observed Elsie wistfully. "You know she spoke in her letter of young life." "I shall adore her, dear old thing!" cried the warm-hearted girl. "And Uncle John will adore you. He adored my mother, who was quiet and deep like you.
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