“Why?” he asked, after a moment.
“Why—what?”
“Why ought I to be glad I'm not a traveling salesman?”
“Oh, I don't know. It just seemed to me that you ought, that's all.”
“But why?”
“Well, if you were you wouldn't make a great hit with your grandfather, would you?”
“Eh? . . . Oh, you mean because I smoke. Say, YOU'RE not silly enough to be down on cigarettes the way grandfather is, are you?”
“No-o, I'm not down on them, especially. I'm not very well acquainted with them.”
“Neither is he. He never smoked one in his life. It's just country prejudice, that's all.”
“Well, I live in the country, too, you know.”