McKinney also allowed his imagination to soar to the height of biscuits.

Coffee was there assuredly, as one might tell by the welcome odor now ascending.

Upon the table there was something masked under an ancient copy of a newspaper.

Outside the door of the adobe, in the deepest shade obtainable, sat two soap boxes full of snow, or at least partly full, for Tom Osby had done his best.
In one of these boxes appeared the proof of Curly's truthfulness--three cans of oysters, delicacies hitherto unheard of in that land! In the other box was an object almost as unfamiliar as an oyster can,--an oblong, smooth, and now partially frost-covered object with tinfoil about its upper end.

A certain tense excitement obtained.
"I wonder if she'll get _frappe_ enough," said Dan Anderson.