I mind that perfectly, because I was so su'prised I swore right out loud and was so damned ashamed I couldn't apologize.
And say! She musta been a real lady or I wouldn't uh felt that way about it!" Bill glanced triumphantly from one to the other.

"Take it from me, you married a lady, Ford.

Drunk or sober, I always make it a point to speak proper before the ladies--t'other kind don't count--and when I make a break, you betcher life I remember it.

She's a real lady--I'd swear to that on a stack uh bibles ten feet high!" He settled back and unbuttoned his steaming coat with the air of a man who has established beyond question the vital point of an argument.
"Did I tell her so myself, or did I just let it go that way ?" Ford, as his brain cleared, stuck close to his groping for the essential facts.
"Well, now--I ain't dead sure as to that.

Maybe Rock'll remember.