"I have a pipe," and David fumbled into a pocket of his coat. "But I
haven't had a smoke for weeks, because----"

"I know, I know," the girl hastily replied. "I'll get you some in a
jiffy."

She was gone only a short time when she returned, and handed David half
a fig of tobacco.

"There, take that," she said. "It's a piece Jim left on the kitchen
window-sill."

"But is it right for me to take it?" David asked.

"Sure it's right. Didn't Jim agree to feed and lodge you for one year?
You can't live without tobacco. It's a part of your food, see? If Jim
says anything about it, I'll soon settle him."

"You are a good girl," David returned, as with trembling hands he
hastily whittled off a few slices of tobacco with an old knife, and
filled his pipe. "This will put new life into me. I can never repay
you for your kindness."




CHAPTER III

ONE, AT LEAST, RINGS TRUE