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I walked half a mile to a road house and brought back oysters and a bottle of cream. I cooked them myself in the white-tiled kitchen, and served them piping hot in a bowl with crackers. Perry, propped up in bed, ate like a starved bird. "I've never tasted anything better," he said; and, warmed and fed, he slept after a bit as soundly as a satisfied baby.
After breakfast, when Honora sat down to write to Aunt Mary, she described the suite of rooms in which they lived, the brass beds, the electric night lamps, the mahogany French furniture, the heavy carpets, and even the white-tiled bathroom.
He don't have to hang around in a white-tiled nursery and eat sterilized junk and go to bed when they tell him to. He has a swell time out in the woods, fishing and playing around in the dirt and going after birds' eggs and picking berries, and oh, shucks, anything else you can think of. Wouldn't you like to do that?" William Bannister nodded.
On the white-tiled hearth in front of the unlighted gas-logs lay the stump of a cigar. From it curled a thin thread of smoke. They stared at the smoking stub on the hearth, gazed fearfully around the dimly lighted bedroom, and peered into the dark dining-room beyond. Suddenly Miss Erith's hand tightened on his sleeve. "Hark!" she motioned.
Sometimes Ray worked in the bathroom. He grew rather to like the white-tiled place, with its look of a laboratory. But then, he didn't have as much time to work at home as he formerly had had. They went out more evenings. The new four-room flat rented at sixty dollars. "Seems the less room you have the more you pay," Ray observed. "There's no comparison. Look at the neighbourhood!
'I liked the bit best about the white-tiled laundry and the Fallen Virgins who wash Sir Thomas's dress shirts. Our side couldn't come within a mile of that, you know. We haven't the proper flair for sexual slobber. 'That's what I'm always saying, I retorted. 'Leave 'em alone. The other fellows are doing our work for us now. Besides I want to touch up my "Gubby Dance" a little more. 'No.
"Your own clothes, and some shirts and other things I've borrowed from Mr. Dick. How will you have your bath, sir hot or cold?" "Cold," said the bewildered Larry. Judkins disappeared into the great white-tiled bathroom, there was the rush of splashing water for a few moments, then silence, and Judkins reappeared. "Your bath is ready, sir. I've laid out some of Mr. Dick's razors.
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