“Are you a friend of Mr. Winfield?” she said.
“Sure. We just been spieling together up above. He sent me down to tell you he won’t be long.”
Mrs. Porter concluded her inspection.
“What is your name?”
“Dingle, ma’am.”
“You are extraordinarily well developed. You have unusually long arms for a man of your height.”
“Yep. I got a pretty good reach.”
“Are you an artist?”
“A which?”
“An artist. A painter.”