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The only question was whether or not the Sterno would hold out.

"Maybe we should just get out of the way and let them go by," Sterno suggested.

Sterno spoke each word slowly and carefully, as though talking to a small child.

These are served at the table over a sterno flame.

Lying on the floor was a Sterno can with both ends cut off.

Sterno didn't seem to be particularly bothered by the state of affairs.

Sterno headed immediately for a small occasional table by the wall.

Katie got the Sterno going on the corner of the island in the kitchen.

A little like "Sterno", if you have ever watched that burn.

The others, however, seemed content to follow Sterno as he headed off around the corner to the left.

Now, with a good hold on it, she plunged the barrel into the can of Sterno.

Sterno was considering something Ernie had said a few moments earlier.

"There is no standard to evaluate a Sterno can in a cardboard box."

He hadn't forgiven Sterno for blaming the bank problem on him.

"It doesn't really matter which way we go," commented Sterno.

From another pocket he took a can of Sterno.

The Sterno caught at once, turning the barrel into a torch.

Sterno gestured towards the French doors leading to the outside.

Sterno seemed to be in a state of shock.

"He has no matches and none of the Sterno stuff, either.

"I brought a little Sterno stove to warm up the sauce.

"Makes about as much sense as anything else," Sterno agreed.

Sterno had picked up the magazine, and was leafing through it.

Sterno thought about this, and decided he was offended.

Sterno stood back up and brushed himself off, trying to recover his lost dignity.