"One of these days I should like to come and hear you preach." "Any Sunday, at ten and six.

You would be more than welcome." The meal was over.

Barney Bill pulled a blackened clay pipe from his waistcoat pocket and a paper of tobacco.
"I'm a non-smoker," said Mr.Finn to Paul, "and I'm sorry I've nothing to offer you--I see little company, so I don't keep cigars in the house--but if you would care to smoke---" he waved a courteous and inviting hand.
Paul whipped out his cigarette case.

It was of gold--a present last Christmas from the Winwood fitting part of the equipment of a Fortunate Youth.

He opened it, offered a cigarette to Barney Bill.
"Garn!" said the old man.