She crept round the back way and peeked under the curtain at the settin'-room window.

There set Abbie, lookin' sweet and sugary.
Likewise, there was Kenelm, lookin' mighty comfortable, with a big cigar in his mouth and more on the table side of him.

Hannah gritted her teeth, but she kept quiet.
"About ten minutes after that Chris Badger was consider'ble surprised to hear a knock at the back door of his store and to find that 'twas Hannah that had knocked.
"'Mr.Badger,' says Hannah, polite and smilin', 'I want to buy a box of the best cigars you've got.' "'Ma'am!' says Chris, thinkin' 'twas about time to send for the constable or the doctor--one or t'other.
"'Yes,' says Hannah; 'if you please.

Oh! and, Mr.Badger, please don't tell anyone I bought 'em.

PLEASE don't, to oblige me.' "So Chris trotted out the cigars--ten cents straight, they was--and said nothin' to nobody, which is a faculty he has when it pays to have it.
"When Kenelm came home that night he was knocked pretty nigh off his pins to find his sister waitin' for him.