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"Put it to your lips. You don't have to smoke it," whispered Dad. "It won't do to refuse."
Stacy placed the stem to his lips, then, to the amazement of his fellows, drew heavily twice, forcing the smoke right down into his lungs.
Stacy's face grew fiery red, his cheeks puffed out. Smoke seemed to be coming out all over him. Ned declared after