We had the bad manners to pick our teeth thoroughly with the wooden toothpicks, and Frosty showed me how to balance a knife and fork on a toothpick--or, perhaps, it was two--on the edge of his cup.

I tried it several times, but couldn't make it work.
The others had finished long ago and were sitting around next the wall watching us while they smoked.

About that time King put his head in at the door, and looked at us.
"Just a minute," I cheered him.

Frosty began cracking his prune-pits and eating the meats, and I went at it, too.

I don't like prune-pits a little bit.
The pits finished, Frosty looked anxiously around the table.