"Now, how that woman could make a cake like this here in one of them narrer, upside-down Mexican ovens--no stove at all--no nothing--say, that's some like adoptin' yourself to circumstances, ain't it? Why, man, I'd marry intoe that fam'ly if I didn't do nothing else long as I lived. They ain't no Mexican money wrong side of the river. No counterfeit there regardin' a happy home--cuttin' out the bass voice and givin' 'em a leetle better line of grass and water, eh? Well, I reckon not. Watch me fly _to_ it." The idiom of Curly's speech was at times a trifle obscure to the uneducated ear. I gathered that he believed these newcomers to be of proper social rank, and that he was also of the opinion that a certain mending in their material matters might add to the happiness of the family. "But say," he began again shortly, "I ain't told you half about our dinner." "That is to say--" said I. "We're goin' to have oysters!" he replied. "Oh, Curly!" objected I, petulantly, "what's the use lying? I'll agree that you may perhaps marry the girl--I don't care anything about that. But as to oysters, you know there never was an oyster in Heart's Desire, and never will be, world without end." "Huh!" said Curly. "Huh!" And presently, "Is that _so_?" "You know it's so," said I. "Is that so?" reiterated he once more. "Nice way to act, ain't it, when you're ast out to dinner in the best society of the place? Tell a feller he's shy on facts, when all he's handin' out is just the plain, unfreckled truth, for onct at least. We got oysters, four cans of 'em, and done had 'em for a month. They're up there." He jerked a thumb toward the top of old Carrizo Mountain. I looked at the snow, and in a flash comprehended. There, indeed, was cold storage, the only cold storage possible in Heart's Desire! "Tom Osby brought 'em down from Vegas the last time he come down," said Curly. "They're there, sir, four cans of 'em. You know where the Carrizo spring is? Well, there's a snowbank in that canon, about two hundred yards off to the left of the spring. The oysters is in there. Keep? They got to keep! "Them's the only oysters ever was knowed between the Pecos and the Rio Grande," he continued pridefully. "Now I want to ask you, friend, if this ain't just a leetle the dashed blamedest, hottest Christmas dinner ever was pulled off?" "Curly," said I, "you are a continuous surprise to me." "The trouble with you is," said Curly, lighting another cigarette, "you look the wrong way from the top of the divide. Never mind about home and mother. Them is States institooshuns. The only feller any good here is the feller that comes to stay, and likes it. You like it?" "Yes, Curly," I replied seriously, "I do like it, and I'm going to stay if I can."