“I’m her cousin.”
“Making her a visit?”
“Why, ye-es. I’m going to live with her.”
“You are? I did hear somebody say last night that a power of Rindy’s kinfolks came down yesterday. You don’t mean—— But never mind, I won’t ask any more questions. Rindy can tell me all about it. What did you say your name was?”
Ellen hadn’t said, but she gave the desired information.
“You don’t favor the Crumps,” continued Mrs. Perry; “none of them have red hair.”
“I’m like my father,” replied Ellen, tossing back her shining, copper-colored locks.
“He was a painter by trade, wasn’t he?”
“An artist.”
“Same thing. Did he do signs or houses?”