'I'd like to mighty well, but'-- here he bites off the end--''twouldn't hardly do, now would it?
You see--' "'I see,' says Abbie, scratchin' a match; 'but WE'LL never tell.

We'll have it for our secret; won't we, Mr.Parker ?' "So that's how Kenelm took his first tumble from grace.

He told me all about it one day a good while afterward.

He smoked three of the cigars afore he went home, and promised to come to supper the next afternoon.
"'You DO look so comfortable, Mr.Parker,' purrs Abbie, as sweet and syrupy as a molasses stopper.

'It must be SUCH a comfort to a man to smoke.