His jewel he must have.
The farmer stretched out his hand for the pipe that allayeth botheration.

"May smoke heer now," he said.

"Not when--somebody's present.

Smoke in the kitchen then.

Don't mind smell ?" Richard nodded, and watched the operations while the farmer filled, and lighted, and began to puff, as if his fate hung on them.
"Who'd a' thought, when you sat over there once, of its comin' to this ?" ejaculated the farmer, drawing ease and reflection from tobacco.