some years lived in our house。 While she was here； or shortly afterwards； Mrs。 Barber； her mother； and Marjorie came to live at Bungay； a mile away； so that I saw plenty of the latter。 She was a tall and pretty girl； very pleasant； very witty — I think one of the most amusing afternoons I ever had in my life I spent with her alone in the British Museum； it was our last meeting； I believe — and with all the eccentricity that so usually acpanies a touch of genius。
At the time of her residence in Bungay she was under the sway of a Low Church mania； and used to appear dressed as a deaconess and with a large Bible pressed against her middle。 Nor was she above laughing at herself when the ludicrous aspect of her get…up was pointed out to her。 Subsequently； with a swing of the mental pendulum she became equally High Church； and modelled crucifixes and saints extremely well。 I think it was between these periods that she was with difficulty restrained from starting off alone to bee a missionary in China。 I remember well that when her sister Mabel； now also dead； was informed of one of these phases she wrote back： “Oh！ for goodness’ sake leave Marjorie alone； for if it wasn’t that； it would be ‘Captain Happy Eliza’ with a tambourine！”
In her later days； after her mother’s death at Bungay； Marjorie met a lady doctor who； I think； treated her for some illness。 To this lady and her husband she became so much attached that not only did she go to live with them； but also formally adopted their family name and； when she died； left them everything she possessed。 I believe that these adopted parents were very kind to her； and nursed her well during her last painful and plicated illness； which I was told was tuberculosis in its origin。
It was only during her last yea