"Of all the kisses that you have had, whose do you prize the most?"
"Those from my beloved Aunt Ella," replied Quincy.
Aunt Ella smiled and said, "You know how to keep on the right side of an old woman who has got money."
"I didn't think of that until you called my attention to it," said Quincy gravely.
"And I didn't believe it when I said it," added Aunt Ella. A few moments later she rang and ordered a light lunch. When this was over she went to an old secretary with brass handles, opened a drawer, and took out a cigar box.
"I have a few of Robert's cigars left," she said.
Quincy took one and resumed his seat in the easy-chair.
Aunt Ella opened another drawer in the secretary and took out a pouch of tobacco, a package of rice paper and a box of wax tapers. She put these articles on a small diamond-shaped table and placed the table between Quincy and herself. She handed Quincy the match-box, then deftly rolling a cigarette, she lighted it, leaned back upon the lounge and blew rings of smoke into the air, which she watched until they broke.
"Do you think it's horribly unbecoming for me to smoke?" she asked, looking at Quincy.
"Do you wish me to express my real thoughts?" replied Quincy, "or flatter you because you have money?"