Dad, you might fool that boy with a story like that, but not me.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

What do you mean?

Since when can you write letters?

Now wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Oh, sure she is, Granny.

She's lookin' to find a husband for Jethreen.

I'll tell you who Pearl isn't lookin' to get a husband for her.

Pearl.

And I think she's got her cap set for that oil man that bought your swamp.

Mr. Brewster?

Why, he lives clean over to Tulsa.

Yeah, but pumping oil brings them over to your place.

And I'll bet you pigs to polecats that when he shows up, Pearl ain't far behind.

Why, Mr. Brewster of all people, fancy meeting you here.

Small world, ain't it?

Yes, it certainly is.

Oh, this here's my daughter, Jethreen.

This is Mr. Brewster, dear.