"I thank you," said Stromboli. "I will have bacon and eggs for
breakfast. It is a comestible of your country for which I have acquired
a taste. Though I eat while telling you my story, yet I am an artist,
and you may depend upon it that my mouth will not be full at any climax
of my narrative."
"Then fire ahead!" said I, and Stromboli fired ahead, plying his knife
and fork diligently while he unfolded--