Lots of the men folks threw their pipes away, and took to chewin' slipp'ry ellum.
"Now, Kenelm smoked like a peat fire.

He lit up after breakfast and puffed steadily until bedtime, only puttin' his pipe down to eat, or to rummage in his pocket for more tobacco.

Hannah got him to go to one of the anti-tobacco meetin's.

He set through the whole of it, interested as could be.

Then, when 'twas over, he stopped in the church entry to load up his pipe, and walked home with his sister, blowin' rings and scratchin' matches and talkin' loud about how fine the sermon was.
He talked all next day about that sermon; said he'd go every night if they'd let you smoke in there.
"So Hannah was set back a couple of rows, but she wa'n't discouraged--not by a forty fathom.