"I think the park's just grand.

I live in it nearly all summer." At this point of the conversation, a party to windward, among whom were the two Catholic Fathers, lighted their pipes, and the smoke streamed like from so many chimneys into the faces of those sitting near.

The minister looked sharply towards the puffing men, while Lucy tried to push the denser clouds away with her hands; but no notice was taken of such gentle remonstrances.
"I'll speak to them," suggested Chester.
"No; don't.

It would only offend them," said the minister.

"They think they are strictly within their rights, and it does not dawn on their nicotine poisoned wits that they are taking away other peoples' rights,--that of breathing the uncontaminated air.