“Does he bring Rhoda with him?” asked Mrs. Hopkins.
“Yes, so he said.”
“She’ll be a companion for you, Lettice,” said Mrs. Hopkins. “She is but a year older. We must try to keep her here for a good long visit. I’ve not seen Rhoda for five years, but she was a very good child then, and I have no doubt will be a useful influence for you.”
Lettice touched her cousin’s arm. “Come, walk to the corner with me,” she said. “I’m tired of sitting still, and you all talk nothing but politics.”
“You’d rather the subject would be dress, I fancy,” Mrs. Hopkins remarked, with a little severity.
“To be sure I would,” Lettice laughed, as she walked off. “Sometimes I feel as if I must be saucy to Aunt Martha,” she said to her cousin. “Tell me about Rhoda, Cousin Joe. Is she pretty? What does she look like?”
“She is fair, with light hair and blue eyes. She is rather slight, and is quiet in her manner. She does not talk very much unless she is deeply interested, and then she is very earnest.”
“Then there will be a chance for my chatter,” returned Lettice, the dimples showing around her rosy mouth. “Does she wear her hair in curls, as I do, Cousin Joe?”
“No, she wears it quite plainly.”
“And is she tall?”