The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

(with masses of butter and honey andclotted cream) and drunk at least a quartof mead—and he took out his pipe. “I willanswer the second question first,” he said,“—but bless me! this is a splendid placefor smoke rings!” Indeed for a long timethey could get nothing more out of him, hewas so busy sending smoke rings dodginground the pillars of the hall, changing theminto all sorts of different shapes andcolours, and setting them at last chasingone another out of the hole in the roof.They must have looked very queer fromoutside, popping out into the air one afteranother, green, blue, red, silver-grey,yellow, white; big ones, little ones; littleones dodging through big ones and joininginto figure-eights, and going off like aflock of birds into the distance.