So far so good, but the realization was a thousand fold better than
anticipation. No cutting of one's own meat at this enchanted board! The
shining knife of Daddy Dan divided it into delectable bits with the speed
of light, and it needed only the slightest amount of experimenting and
cautious glances to discover that one could use a fork daggerwise, and when
in doubt even seize upon a morsel with one's fingers and wipe the fingers
afterwards on a bit of the dry grass. One could grasp the cup by both
sides, scorning the silly handle, and if occasionally one sipped the coffee
with a little noise--which added astonishingly to the taste--there was no
sharp warning, no frowning eye to overlook. Besides, at Munner's table,
there was never time to pay attention to Joan, for there was talk about
vague, abstract things--the price of skins, the melting of the snows, the
condition of the passes, the long and troubling argument about the wicker
chairs, with some remarkably foolish asides, now and then, concerning
happiness and love--when all the time any one with half an eye could see
that the thing to do was to eat and eat and eat until that hollow place
ceased to be.
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