P'raps they'd taste better still if they was made of seaweed.

I'll trouble you for a match, Mr.Sylvester.Two of 'em, if you don't mind." He whittled one match to a point with his pocket knife, impaled the cigar stump upon it, and relit with the other.
Meanwhile the room had been filling up.

Around each of the big windows overlooking the Avenue were gathered groups of men, young and old, smoking, chatting, and gazing idly out.

Captain Elisha regarded them curiously.
"This ain't a holiday, is it ?" he asked, after a while.
"No.

Why ?" "I was just wonderin' if all those fellers hadn't any work to do, that's all." "Who?
That crowd ?" The lawyer laughed.