If there's anything I like it's a good cigar, he! he! Next to a purty girl, ha! ha! But this last box is stronger'n pison.

That sort of a cigar floors me.

Can't go entirely without, you know, so I smoke half a one, and by that time I get so confounded mad I throw it away.

Ha! ha! Smoke, Mr.Charlton?
No! No _small_ vices, I s'pose.

Couldn't live without my cigar.