"Watch out-watch out. Don't crush my cigars."
"Cigars! Cigars!" she echoed, in a daze.
And then the astounding husband produced them in proof.
"Genuine Lillian Russells—five cents straight."
"But I never saw you smoke."
"Haven't taken a puff since I was a young fellow," he grinned, wagging his head. "But now it's my vacation, and I'm going to smoke up."
She squeezed his hand with an earlier ardor: "Now you're the old Walter Temple I used to know."
"NOW IT'S MY VACATION, AND I'M GOING TO SMOKE UP"....