But remember that story don't go to 'The Times' supplement.

At least not until you have tried it East--with the Centennial Company, at any rate." "Well, I guess NOT!" snorted Condy.

"Why, this is going to be one of the best yarns I ever wrote." A little later on he inquired with sudden concern: "Have you got anything to eat in the house ?" "I never saw such a man!" declared Blix; "you are always hungry." "I love to eat," he protested.
"Well, we'll make some creamed oysters; how would that do ?" suggested Blix.
Condy rolled his eyes.

"Oh, speak to me of creamed oysters!" Then, with abrupt solemnity: "Blix, I never in my life had as many oysters as I could eat." She made the creamed oysters in the kitchen over the gas-stove, and they ate them there--Condy sitting on the washboard of the sink, his plate in his lap.
Condy had a way of catching up in his hands whatever happened to be nearest him, and, while still continuing to talk, examining it with apparent deep interest.

Just now it happened to be the morning's paper that Victorine had left on the table.