This is shorely the funniest book Miz Giles has come out with in a spell. Maybe it's just the way narrator Frony Fowler takes on about things. She's just trying to put us straight about why her brother Sudley was not to blame for the preacher going chock out of his head. For one thing that preacher ""didn't know how to just set and ponder and enjoy being a child of God."" Course he was done in a bit when Sudley's hunting hounds accidentally treed him. And he took on so about Sudley gettin' thirty-three of his family on relief. Didn't understand how Sudley run the local polities hereabouts neither. Then there was the time that Barney, a little slow witted mebbe but a good boy, decided to move in with the preacher and brought along the cow. But Sudley weren't to fault that the revival meeting didn't work out, or that the preacher's basement got flooded. But this tale ain't all about them that's a fool. There's the story of Darkus, Sudley's daughter and what happened when she advertised in one of them love-lorn agencies. Course the preacher did get mixed up in that but it's just the mortal truth that Sudley didn't mean to get him involved on the raid on Sudley's son's still. It's too bad he fainted before they took the picture. He hadn't had a drop and that's the gospel. Well now, just read it and you'll get the straight of it.