Mr. Lamson. "Those boats are
perfectly safe. I suppose they're going to telegraph you when they
land."

"No, they're goin' to cable, Wick says. Doggone, I'm glad it's all
settled. You don't know how hard I've worked all these years to find out
who her parents was. Course I knowed they were foreigners all the time,
but Rosalie never had no brogue, so you c'n see how I was threw off the
track. She talked jest as good American as we do. I was mighty glad when
I finally run Miss Banks to earth." The crowd was in no position to
argue the point with him. "That Miss Banks is a fine girl, boys. She
done the right thing. An' so did my Rosalie--I mean Lady Rosalie. She
made Elsie keep some of the money. Mr. Barnes is goin' to England next
week to help settle the matter for Lady Rosalie. He says she's got
nearly a million dollars tied up some'eres. It's easy sailin', though,
'cause Mrs. Banks says so. Did you hear what Rosalie said when she got
convinced about bein' an English lady?"

"No; what did she say?"

"She jest stuck up that derned little nose o' hern an' said: 'I am an
American as long as I live.'"

"Hooray!" shouted Alf Reesling, throwing Isaac Porter's new hat into the
air. The crowd joined in the cheering.

"Did I ever tell you how I knowed all along that it was a man who left
Rosalie on the porch?" asked Anderson.

"Why, you allus told me it was a woman," said Alf. "You accused me of
bein' her."

"Shucks! Woman nothin'! I knowed it was a man. Here's somethin' you
don't know, Alf. I sized up the foot-prints on my front steps jest after
she--I mean he--dropped the basket. The toes turned outward, plain as
day, right there in the snow." He paused to let the statement settle in
their puzzled brains. "Don't you know that one hunderd percent of the
women turn their toes in when they go upstairs? To keep from hookin'
into their skirts? Thunder, you oughter of thought of that, too!"

Some one had posted Anderson on this peculiarly feminine trait, and he
was making the best of it. Incidentally, it may be said that every man
in Tinkletown took personal observations in order to satisfy himself.

"Any one seen Pastor MacFarlane?" went on Anderson. "Wick Bonner give me
a hunderd dollar bill to give him fer performin' the ceremony up to our
house that night. G'way, Ed Higgins! I'm not goin' 'round showin' that
bill to people. If robbers got onto the fact I have it, they'd probably
try to steal it. I don't keer if you ain