I'm 'fraid Kenelm didn't get any too much joy out of his meals.
"And so everything was all right--'cordin' to Hannah's reckonin'-- and it might have stayed all right if she hadn't took that trip to Washington.
Etta Ellis was goin' on a three weeks' cut-rate excursion, and she talked so much about it, that Hannah got reckless and fin'lly said she'd go, too.
"The only thing that worried her was leavin' Kenelm.

She hated to do it dreadful, but he seemed tame enough and promised to change his flannels if it got cold, and to feed the cat reg'lar, and to stay to home, and one thing and another, so she thought 'twas safe to chance it.

She cooked up a lot of pie and frosted cake, and wrote out a kind of time-table for him to eat and sleep by, and then cried and kissed him good-by.
"The first three days after she was gone Kenelm stayed 'round the house and turned in early.

He was feelin' fine, but 'twas awful lonesome.
The fourth day, after breakfast, he had a cravin' to smoke.

Told me afterward it seemed to him as if he MUST smoke or die of the fidgets.