Her folks is dead now, and she's come to live with us.

You must see ef you can't get her a place in the ten-cent store 'long with you," said the grandmother.
Lizzie came airily forward, and grasped her cousin's hand in mid-air, giving it a lateral shake that bewildered Elizabeth.
"Pleased to meet you," she chattered glibly, and set her jaws to work again.

One could not embarrass Lizzie long.

But she kept her eyes on the stranger, and let them wander disapprovingly over her apparel in a pointed way as she took out the long hat-pins from the cumbersome hat she wore and adjusted her ponderous pompadour.
"Lizzie'll have to help fix you up," said the aunt noting Lizzie's glance.
"You're all out of style.

I suppose they get behind times out in Montana.
Lizzie, can't you show her how to fix her hair pompadour ?" Lizzie brightened.