A moment later he came out with a big package of cigarettes in his hands.

He opened the window and flung them as far as possible.
"There!" he cried.

"By the mumping Joses--I mean the jumping Moses! I'm done with 'em.

I'm not going to smoke them any more!" "Good boy!" laughed Frank, his face full of satisfaction.

"Shake!" They clasped hands.
Rat-tat-tat! A knock at the door.
"Come in." The door opened and Dismal Jones, his face longer and sadder than usual, came slouching into the room.
"Hello, Jones, old boy!" cried Frank, cheerfully.