"Ah! the dear home." Then her eyes fell on the much used spittoon by the fireside.

"Good gracious, John, a--a spittoon!" "Yes, aunt.

Mr.Grey chews." "Indeed!" She looked at the box and went upstairs.

For years to come and in the most incongruous surroundings John Penhallow now and then laughed as he saw again the look with which Mrs.Ann regarded the article so essential to Mr.Grey's comfort.

She disliked all forms of tobacco use, and the law of the pipe had long ago been settled at Grey Pine as Mrs.
Penhallow decreed, because that was always what James Penhallow decided to think desirable.
"But this! this!" murmured the little lady, as she came down the staircase ready for dinner.