"One of the two daughters of George Alston. They're orphans, live in a big house on Pine Street. The one you saw was Chrystie. What do you want to know about her?"
Pancha, gathering her hair in one hand, began to whisk it round into a knot. Her head was down bent.
"I don't know—just curiosity. She's sort of stunning looking. Did you ever meet her?"
Crowder smiled.
"I know them well—have for over a year. Awfully nice girls—the best kind."
Pancha lifted her head, her face sharp with interest.
"What's she like?"
He considered, the smile softened to an amused indulgence.
"Oh, just a great big baby, good-natured and jolly. Everybody likes her—you couldn't help it if you tried. She's so simple and sweet, accepts the whole world as if it was her friend. Her money hasn't spoiled her a bit."
"Money—she has money?"