And I hadn't any folks." "Hump.

What's your last name ?" "Morris." "Any relation to Jack Morris ?" "He was my father." The sheriff nodded.

"Knew him well; he died four years ago.

And your mother died last winter?
Little woman, I recall." "Little, but a lot better than plenty of bigger ones I know of," Dave asserted, stoutly.

"She died of pneumonia." "Boy, I've held you on my knee when you were about as high as my hand.
But I guess you don't remember that, and I'm mighty sorry to learn your mother's gone.