Frankie Lloyd Cummings was a fifty year old drifter who killed teenage runaways.
Howie spotted Cummings picking up Jennie Lohr as she hitchhiked to town from her rural Kansas farm.
The house is empty except for old Mrs. Cummings, who snores away her darkness.
All you have to do is find out what property 'Mrs. Cummings' owned a hundred years ago.
Illness plagues me each morning, causing me difficulty in accomplishing my chores, as simple as they may be, though failing Mrs. Cummings hardly seems to notice.
Mrs. Cummings, I think, suspects, though low health now keeps her to her bed and back, except for bodily duties, and to sit up for soup and toast a time or two a day.
Mrs. Cummings was taken away to the Sister's hospital this forenoon and I fear she shan't ever return.
I saw him play last spring when I went out to the high school to bust the Cummings kid for breaking and entering.
They were on the same team, only Cummings rode the bench and Byrne was the star—he played shortstop.