"Never smoked before?
Well, don't be discouraged; I was deathly sick first time myself." "I'm half blind and awfully sick," groaned Max, as he stretched himself on the bed.

"Does it last long?
can a fellow get over it without taking any medicine ?" "Oh, yes; you'll be all right after a little." But Max was not all right when a servant came to the door to say that he was wanted down-stairs, as the party from Ion were about to return home.
"Think you can get down with the help of my arm ?" asked Ralph.
"Don't b'lieve he kin, Marse Ralph," remarked the servant, gazing earnestly at Max.

"What's de mattah wid de young gentleman?
He's white as de wall, and his eyes looks like glass." "Hush, Sam! you'll frighten him," whispered Ralph.

"Run down and ask my brother Arthur to come up.

Don't let anybody else hear you." Max had tried to rise, but only to fall back again sicker than ever.
"Oh, but I'm sick, and how my heart beats!" he said.