I was nearing the end of the operation when she came over to watch.
"Why are you doing that ?" she asked.

"You are not going to cook them--now--are you ?" "I am going to try," I replied.
"But how?
You haven't anything to cook them in." "I don't need it.

You don't appreciate the conveniences of this hotel, Miss Colton.

There! now we're ready." I rose, washed my hands in the pond, and picked up two other flat stones, large ones, which I had previously put aside.

These I carried to the fire and, raking aside the burning logs with a stick, laid the stones in a bed of hot coals.
"Those are our frying pans," I informed her.