“Yes.”
“Sometimes,” admitted Kink. “But not of’en, ob co’se.”
“How long since you’ve had a cigar!” asked Tom, with an appearance of pleasant interest.
“Real cigar, made ob sto’ tobacco!” demanded Kink.
“Yes.”
“Lemme see. Well, it must been a yeah, now.”
“Too bad,” muttered the boy, half-pityingly.
“Oh, Ah could git er sto’ cigar,” volunteered Kink, scowling blackly.
“How?”