Matthews's. You'd think to hear 'em that Old Matt couldn't near
run the ranch without 'em, and some folks, strangers like, might
believe it. But we all know they ain't nothing but just low down
trash, all the time, and no better than some of them folks over on
the Bend."

The shepherd smiled, "Something like that. I see you understand.
Now a real lady, Sammy, is a lady in three ways: First, in her
heart; I mean just to herself, in the things that no one but she
could ever know. A 'sure enough' lady does not PRETEND to be; she
IS."

Again the girl broke in eagerly, "That's just like Aunt Mollie,
ain't it? Couldn't no one ever have a finer lady heart than her."

"Indeed, you are right," agreed the teacher heartily. "And that is
the thing that lies at the bottom of it all, Sammy. The lady heart
comes first."

"I won't never forget that," she returned. "I couldn't forget Aunt
Mollie, nohow. Tell me more, Dad."

"Next, the 'sure enough' lady must have a lady mind. She must know
how to think and talk about the things that really matter. All the
fine dresses and jewels in the world can't make a real lady, if
she does not think, or if she thinks only of things that are of no
value. Do you see?"

Again the girl nodded, and, with a knowing smile, answered
quickly, "I know a man like that. And I see now that that is what