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Go on, you fat Mohawk you!... But say," he resumed to the parlor, "y'know that little woman is a stormy petrel for this house that's right. Remember the last time she was here the time we had the Porterhouse? Conference in the dining-room after supper, and the next morning out went the trunks of that red-head fellow from Baltimore what's his name? Milhiser."
One day I went to market the kind of a market to which my mother would have gone and I saw women whose husbands labored hard, scorning to buy any but porterhouse steaks merely because porterhouse steak stood for prosperity. In Washington I met a new kind of American, a type that has sprung up suddenly like an evil toadstool. It is a fungous disease that spreads.
McCloud persuaded me it wasn't right for me to ride home alone, and I knew better than he what danger there was for him in riding home with me so here I am. He is coming over for supper, too, in a few minutes." When McCloud arrived he brought with him a porterhouse steak, and Marion was again driven from the kitchen.
It come in the Sunday paper with the picture of a handsome whale and the picture of a French cook kissing his fingers over the way he has cooked some of it; and the picture of a pleased young couple eating whale in a swell restaurant; and the picture of a fair young bride in her kitchenette cutting up three cents' worth of whale meat into a chafing dish and saying how glad she was to have something tasty and cheap for dearie's lunch; and the picture of a poor labouring man being told by someone down in Washington, D.C., that's making a dollar a year, that a nickel's worth of prime whale meat has more actual nourishment than a dollar's worth of porterhouse steak; and so on, till you'd think the world's food troubles was going to be settled in jig time; all people had to do was to go out and get a good eating whale and salt down the side meat and smoke the shoulders and grind up some sausage and be fixed for the winter, with plenty to send a mess round to the neighbours now and then.
"I hadn't given it a thought. I don't believe there's anything left from dinner. Run down to the store, will you, and get a couple of porterhouse steaks, there's a dear. And stop at the baker's as you come by and get us each a cream puff for dessert. Betty is so fond of them." Migwan returned to the kitchen and got her mother's pocketbook. There was just twenty-five cents in it.
While it is possibly true that a dinner of herbs where love is has a porterhouse, rare, and hashed brown spuds backed clean off the board, I submit, not being in love myself " "What's that?" cried Kitty Wade from the door. "Why, it's a shame!" said Clyde. "He must be starving. It's all Casey's fault, too." "Wouldn't he break away?" asked Wade. "I remember ?" "Harrison!" cried Kitty, warningly.
The dining room was done in dark stained oak, the waiters whispered to each other in foreign tongues, French and German; on the walls of the room were pictures of foreign scenes painted by foreign hands; but, aside from this, everything about us was strictly American. We had before us blue points with water-cress salad, mountain trout from the Rockies, and a Porterhouse three inches thick.
Lon Price was soon sleeping like a tired child over his ham and eggs, and Jeff went night-night, too, before his second gin fizz arrived. Ben ordered a porterhouse steak, family style, consuming it in a moody rage like a man that has been ground-sluiced at every turn.
"Whether we get him in a trap or shoot him on the run the bear steaks will taste just as good; won't they, Uncle Jim?" "I reckon you're right," replied the trapper, without any great animation; for doubtless he had found bear meat pretty tough eating, and given his choice would any day have much preferred the porterhouse steak which Steve had so often at home that he turned up his nose at it.
Abdul Aziz, absolute lord of the Ottoman empire clad in dark green European clothes, almost without ornament or insignia of rank; a red Turkish fez on his head; a short, stout, dark man, black-bearded, black-eyed, stupid, unprepossessing a man whose whole appearance somehow suggested that if he only had a cleaver in his hand and a white apron on, one would not be at all surprised to hear him say: "A mutton roast today, or will you have a nice porterhouse steak?"
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