“Dude is got anodder pipe, elder. Would you wish to smoke?” Dainty inquired.
“Yes’m,” Hitch responded. “It’ll kinder sottle my stomick fer my supper vittles.”
Dude arose grumpily, walked to the mantle shelf, and picked up a pipe. Out of one pocket he brought a few crumbs of smoking tobacco, then scraped the bottom of another pocket for a few more crumbs. He emptied some papers and matches and pieces of string out of a mug on the mantle, and poured out a few more crumbs. Then, behind a picture, his eyes caught the gleam of metal, and he brought out something which looked like a flask. He poured a few crumbs out of this into his hand, finished filling the pipe as he turned his back, and reached for a match. Passing them to Hitch, Dude took his chair on the far side of the room near the open door.
Hitch struck the match and sucked the flame into the bowl of his pipe.
Pow!
The pipe burst into fragments, the room filled with smoke, Dainty screamed, and Hitch Diamond performed a number of interesting circus stunts and tumbled over in a squalling, bellowing heap upon the floor.
“Git de booze, Dainty!” Dude screamed. “Fotch out de jug! De elder is done cormitted death!”
Dainty sprang to the storeroom door, opened it, and handed Dude the jug.
“Oo-oo-ee!” Hitch whooped. “I’s dyin’ dead!”
“Go in de kitchen an’ fotch a drinkin’ cup!” Dude howled to his wife.