Here's a box of cigars I bought on purpose for you; they're the kind the President smokes.' "Which wa'n't a bad yarn for a church member that hadn't had any more practice than Hannah had.
"Well, Kenelm was paralyzed, but he lit up one of the cigars and found 'twas better than Abbie's brand.

He asked Hannah what she thought the church folks would say, but she said she didn't care what they said; her travels had broadened her mind and she couldn't cramp herself to the ideas of a little narrow place like East Wellmouth.
"Dinner that day was a bigger meal than breakfast, and two of the cigars went fine after it.

Kenelm hemmed and hawed and fin'lly said that he wouldn't be home to supper; said he'd got to go downtown and would get a bite at the Trav'lers' Rest or somewheres.

It surprised him to find that Hannah didn't raise objections, but she didn't, not a one.

Just smiled and said, 'All right,' and told him to have a good time.