She thought 'twas her duty, however, to warn him against profane language, but the answer she got was so much more prayerful than his first remarks, that she come about and headed for the sittin'-room quick.
"Well, to make a long yarn short, the Kill-Smudge done the bus'ness.
Kenelm stuck to smokin' till he couldn't read a cigar sign without his ballast shiftin', and then he give it up.

And--as you might expect from that kind of a man--he was more down on tobacco than the Come-Outer parson himself.

He even got up in revival meetin' and laid into it hammer and tongs.

He was the best 'horrible example' they had, and Hannah was so proud of him that she couldn't sleep nights.

She still stuck to the Kill-Smudge, though--layin' in a fresh stock every once in a while--and she dosed the tea about every other day, so's her brother wouldn't run no danger of relapse.