Mary Louise called Elsie back to her facts by tapping her pencil on her notebook.
“So far I have only one relative written down,” she said. “That’s your aunt Grace. Please go on.”
“As I told you, I think,” Elsie continued immediately, “Aunt Grace has three grown children. Two boys and a girl.”
“Names, please,” commanded Mary Louise in her most practical tone.
“John Grant, Harry Grant, and Mrs. Ellen Grant Pearson. The daughter is married.”
“How old are they?”
“All about forty, I guess. I don’t know. Middle-aged—no, I guess you wouldn’t call Harry middle-aged. He’s the youngest. Except, of course, the granddaughter—Mrs. Pearson’s only child. She’s a girl about eighteen or nineteen.”
“What’s her name?”
“Corinne—Corinne Pearson.”
“Is that everybody?” asked Mary Louise. “I mean, all the living relatives of Miss Mattie Grant?”