“Why is that—on account of your wind?”
“That is one reason.”
“Well, I don’t smoke much myself. We’re not supposed to smoke at all, but a cigarette now and then never hurts me.”
“Possibly not.”
“Do you think it does?”
“I can’t say. You may not have a taste for them, but you can cultivate the habit.”
“Oh, that’s right; but when I find the habit growing on me I’ll stop altogether.”
“It’s easy to say so.”
“But not easy to do, I presume you mean. I never smoke unless I drink something. Two beers make me feel like it. You might join us for once.”
“Wouldn’t think of torturing myself. I dislike cigarettes. It’s a cultivated taste, you know. I confess that one of those things would be certain to make my head feel bad, and it might upset my stomach.”