I withdraw the offer," declared Hippy airily.
"I will agree to cook a meal for you over on the range.

Mark the words, 'cook a meal for you on the range!' Ha-ha.

How is that?
I reckon I can stand it to cook a meal for you if you can stand it to eat it.

Speaking of food reminds me that I smell bacon frying, so suppose we fall to and devour it, provided it is fit to eat.

Personally I am not overloaded with confidence in Laundry's ability as a chef." Night had settled over the mountains when they finally sat down on the ground by the campfire to eat their supper, the first warm meal they had had since starting out on their journey at daylight that morning.
Washington had done very well with his first meal, considering that he so recently had been kicked out of camp by an irate mule, and the Overland girls admitted that the little colored boy did know how to cook after all, for the bacon, the coffee, and the potatoes, baked in their jackets in hot ashes, were delicious.
The girls, however, had already found it necessary to read Wash a lecture on the beauties of neatness and cleanliness, it having been discovered that, in this direction, Wash-Wash was not all that his nickname implied.
Wash, having been given permission, retired to the edge of the laurel to resume his harmonica exercise.