"Oh!"
"You see, I'm not at all strong."
"Bad luck. You—ought you to smoke, if you're—if your constitution's rocky, you know?"
The pale boy knocked the ashes off his cigarette.
"I find it very soothing," he said. "Besides, it's all right, if you smoke good stuff. I wouldn't advise fellows who didn't know their way about a bit to take it up."
The pale boy spoke with an air of superiority that awed Tommy a little.
"How—how did you come to know all about it?" he asked.
"Oh—just knocking about town, you know," replied the other, carelessly.
Tommy sighed.