The Grin Derisive "I like your ma," said Anderson to Wicker, later in the evening.

"She's a perfect lady.

Doggone, it's a relief to see a rich woman that knows how to be a lady.

She ain't a bit stuck up an' yet she's a reg'lar aristocrat.

Did I ever tell you about what happened to Judge Courtwright's wife?
No?
Well, it was a long time ago, right here in Tinkletown.