The rich aroma of that pan! A delicious whiff of it had struck their nostrils even before the cabin door had opened--that and a perfume of coffee; but not until now did the fragrance of the oven and the pan smite them with all its potency.
"Mallards fattened on wild rice, and a rabbit--my favourite--a rabbit roasted with an onion where his heart was, and well peppered," gloated the Little Missioner.

"Dear Heaven! was there ever such a mess to put strength into a man's gizzard, David?
And coffee--this coffee of Marie's! It is more than ambrosia.

It is an elixir which transforms a cup into a fountain of youth.

Take off your coat, David; take off your coat and make yourself at home!" As David stripped off his coat, and followed that with his collar and tie, he thought of his steamer trunk with its Tuxedo and dress-coat, its pique shirts and poke collars, its suede gloves and kid-topped patent leathers, and he felt the tips of his ears beginning to burn.

He was sorry now that he had given the Missioner the check to that trunk.
A minute later he was sousing his face in a big tin wash-basin, and then drying it on a towel that had once been a burlap bag.