"You said you'd pay me five dollars a month and find me in everything, didn't you ?" "Yes; everything that is necessary to living," Reade assented.
"Well, cigarettes are necessary to me," continued the boy.
"They are ?" asked Tom, opening his eyes wider.

"Why, how does that happen ?" "Just because I am a smoker," returned the boy, with a sickly grin.
"You are ?" gasped Tom.

"At your age?
Why, you little wretch!" "That's all right, but please don't go on stringing me," pleaded the younger American.

"Just pass over the papers and the tobacco pouch, and I'll get busy.

I'm suffering for a smoke." "Then you have my heartfelt sympathy," Tom assured him.