Then he stuck his pipe into his mouth, quickly fished out some tobacco, and crammed the bowl full, and lighted it.
"Smoke 'em off!" he said.

"That's a good way to fight bees." "And tobacco smoke keeps away other female critters!" laughed Danny, trying rather vainly to imitate the peculiar quality in the farmer's speech.

"That's the reason you have never been popular with the fair.
Now there is Veazie----" "What about cigarettes ?" drawled Browning, making a fog round his head.
"Don't let the kettle call the pot Blackie! The most disgusting thing ever created is a smoker of cigarettes!" "Yah!" growled Danny, taking out a cigarette.

"Lend me a match, old man." And Browning lent him a match.

Bink was rubbing earnestly at the stung spot.
"I'll never see honey again without thinking of this." "Which honey do you mean ?" asked Danny.