midnight
`` Do n't you remember the famous painter who told inquiring visitors that he mixed his paints with brains ? I am now cooking with my mind . After my mind learns to cook , my hands will find it simple enough . And some time , when you come in at midnight and have had no dinner , and the immigrant has long since gone to sleep , you may be glad to be presented with panned oysters , piping hot , instead of a can of salmon and a can-opener . '' `` Bless your heart , '' answered Allan , fondly . `` It 's dear of you , and I hope it 'll work . I 'm starving this minute -- kiss me . '' ''