Relaxing, he accepted it and biting off the end he put it in his mouth.
“Got a match,” said I without thinking.
“Thank you, yes,” said he turning away his head.
I lighted a cigar and we puffed silently for a minute or two.
“Weather’s been hot enough lately, to drive a man to drink,” said I. “Better take your pipe and think no more about it.”
“Thank you,” said he, as he put it into his pocket. And we became good friends from that hour.
CHAPTER XVIII
WE FIND A PIANO.
AS matters were now running so swimmingly with us, Ethel invited an old school friend of hers to come and pay us a visit.
Miss Paxton, “Cherry,” as most of her friends call her, is an unusually talented woman. She can draw very well indeed, and she can play the piano in an almost professional way. Tall and slender, with a facial animation that is almost beauty, she is a general favorite by virtue of her buoyant spirits and readiness for whatever is going on.