Elsie in the South — Edition Insights

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Authors: Finley, Martha, 1828-1909 Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2010 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Dinsmore, Elsie (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Louisiana -- Juvenile fiction Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

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Words 62,701

Reading time 273 min

Text sections 6

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Source: Project Gutenberg record #32103

In this installment of Martha Finley's series, Elsie and her family navigate a stormy December day with indoor devotions and plans for a yacht trip to New Orleans. The text reveals a domestic world where religious instruction, family bonds, and gentle humor coexist, punctuated by Lucilla's longing for Chester and Elsie's theological curiosity.

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A few days later a package of books was received at Woodburn which, upon being opened, proved to be histories of Florida ordered by the captain from the neighboring city. They were hailed with delight by Violet and the older girls, who were cordially invited to help themselves, study up the subject in private, and report progress in the evenings. Each one of them selected a book, as did the captain also.

"Aren't Elsie and I to help read them, papa?" asked Ned, in a slightly disappointed tone.

"You may both do so if you choose," their father replied, "but I hardly think the books will prove juvenile enough to interest you as much as it will to hear from us older ones some account of their contents."

"Oh, yes, papa! and your way is always best," exclaimed Elsie, her eyes beaming with pleasure. "Neddie," turning to her brother, "you know we always like listening to stories somebody tells us; even better than reading them for ourselves."

"Yes, indeed!" he cried, "I like it a great deal better. I guess papa's way is best after all."

Just then Chester came in and, when the usual greetings had been exchanged, glancing at the books, he exclaimed, "Ah, so they have come--your ordered works on Florida, captain?"

"Yes; will you help yourself to one or more and join us in the gathering up of information in regard to the history, climate, productions, et cetera, of that part of our country?"

"Thank you, captain, I will be very glad to do so," was the prompt and pleased reply. "Glad to join in your studies now and your visits to the localities afterward."

"That last, I am thinking, will be the pleasantest part," said Grace; "but all the more enjoyable for doing this part well first."

"Father," said Lucilla, "as you have visited Florida and know a great deal about its history, can't you begin our work of preparation for the trip by telling us something of the facts as we sit together in the library just after tea to-night?"

"I can if it is desired by all of you," was the pleasant-toned reply.

"Before Neddie and I have to go to bed, papa, please," exclaimed little Elsie coaxingly.

"Yes, daughter, you and Neddie shall be of the audience," replied her father, patting affectionately the little hand she had laid upon his knee. "My lecture will not be a very lengthy one, and if not quite over by your usual bedtime, you and Ned, if not too sleepy to be interested listeners, may stay up until its conclusion."

"Oh, thank you, sir!" exclaimed the little girl joyfully.

"Thank you, papa," said her brother. "I'll not grow sleepy while you are telling the story, unless you make it very dull and stupid."

"Why, son, have I ever done that?" asked his father, looking much amused, and Elsie exclaimed, "Why, Ned! papa's stories are always ever so nice and interesting."

"Most always," returned the little fellow, hanging his head and blushing with mortification; "but I have got sleepy sometimes because I couldn't help it."

"For which papa doesn't blame his little boy in the least," said the captain soothingly, drawing the little fellow to him and stroking his hair with caressing hand.

At that moment wheels were heard on the drive and Grace, glancing from the window, exclaimed joyfully, "Oh, here comes the Ion carriage with Grandma Elsie and Evelyn in it. Now, papa, you will have quite an audience."

"If they happen to want the same thing that the rest of you do," returned her father, as he left the room to welcome the visitors and help them to alight.

They had come only for a call, but it was not very difficult to persuade them to stay and spend the night, sending back word to their homes by the coachman. In prospect of their intended visit to Florida they were as greatly interested as the others in learning all they could of its history and what would be the best points to visit in search of pleasure and profit.

On leaving the tea table all gathered in the library, the ladies with their fancy needlework, Chester seated near his betrothed, the captain in an easy-chair with the little ones close beside him--one at each knee and both looking eagerly expectant; for they knew their father to be a good story-teller and thought the subject in hand one sure to prove very interesting.

After a moment's silence in which the captain seemed to be absorbed in quiet thought, he began:

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The opening pages of Elsie in the South drop the reader into a December storm that confines the family indoors, yet the real weather is emotional and spiritual. Lucilla Raymond’s sigh over missing Chester—‘I’ll not see Chester to-day’—is immediately tempered by a pious reflection on divine providence. This pattern of personal desire checked by religious duty recurs throughout the excerpts, most notably when young Elsie interrogates her grandmother about the Passover lamb and Christ’s sacrifice, her ‘sweet blue eyes’ filling with tears. The narrative voice shifts between Lucilla’s romantic pining and Elsie’s earnest catechism, suggesting a household where devotion and domestic affection are tightly interwoven.

Storm, Routine, and Restraint

The storm is more than setting; it is a mechanism that enforces indoor intimacy and reveals character. Lucilla’s first words—‘What a storm!’—lead immediately to self-rebuke: ‘I must not fret.’ Her morning routine is meticulously described: closing the door to avoid disturbing Grace, turning on electric lights, listening for her father’s tap. The physical details (electric light, bathroom, mantel clock) anchor the scene in a specific domestic modernity. Yet the storm also blocks the outside world: Lucilla’s hope that Chester ‘won’t think of venturing out’ underscores how weather governs social contact. The father’s entrance—‘the fatherly caress that always accompanied his morning greeting’—reinforces a daily ritual that the storm cannot disrupt. This tension between external confinement and internal order is the chapter’s quiet engine.

Theological Talk as Family Bond

A later excerpt shifts to a grandmother instructing Elsie and Ned on the Passover. The dialogue is a miniature Bible lesson: Elsie connects the paschal lamb to Christ, quotes ‘Christ our Passover,’ and asks about the Lord’s Supper. The grandmother responds with scriptural citations, and Elsie’s emotional reaction—‘tears in her sweet blue eyes’—is met with a kiss. Ned’s question about whether Jesus notices their love is answered with Psalm 139 and Matthew 10. This is not abstract theology; it is a family practice. The mother’s voice interrupts to praise Ned’s gratitude, and the scene ends with the children asking to join a trip to New Orleans. The seamless move from crucifixion to yacht outing typifies the book’s blend of earnest piety and everyday pleasure.

Yacht, Authority, and the Promise of Travel

The promise of a yacht trip to New Orleans introduces a different register: anticipation, logistics, and mild humor. Ned’s request is granted by his father, who teases him about needing brother Max to ‘make it go all right.’ The father’s ‘pleased laugh’ and the detail that Max ‘knows how to manage that large vessel quite as well as papa’ hint at a hierarchy of competence within the family. Elsie’s quiet ‘I always like to be with papa and mamma and grandma’ contrasts with Ned’s exuberance. The trip is framed as a collective outing—‘he will have all his children along’—but the adults will shop while the children wait. This division suggests that the journey is both a family adventure and a backdrop for adult errands, a pattern that may recur in the full novel.

These excerpts present a world where storms, scripture, and steamboats coexist without strain. Readers should attend to how Finley uses weather and domestic routine to create pressure and release, and how theological discussion functions as both instruction and intimacy. The incomplete text leaves open whether the New Orleans trip will fulfill or complicate the family’s harmony, but the pattern of desire checked by devotion is already established.

That rainy December, Elsie’s household felt so hushed and warm that I lingered over her devotions long after closing the book. Later, sorting shelves, I stumbled on another stormbound tale, where waiting mattered less than motion—oil fields and stirring luck. Odd how one quiet afternoon led me there. The Rover Boys in the Land of Luck; Or, Stirring Adventures in the Oil Fields — Context and Discussion sat beside me, and I let its brighter chaos take over.