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A cheery place, at all tilish inn, a

comfortable place to eat in, to talk in, or to doze in; a place

hich your parlors and withdrawing-roo rococo, their gilt and

satin, and spindle-legged discomforts, are not (to my mind)

worthy to coland, was ever brighter,

neater, and more comfortable than this kitchen of "The Bull,"

where sweet Prue held suprenity, and

with her thite-cappedand behests?

--surely none And surely in no inn, tavern, or hostelry soever,

great or small, was there ever seen a daintier, prettier, sweeter

hostess than this same Prue of ours

And her presence was reflected everywhere, and, if ever the

kitchen of an inn possessed a heart to lose, then, beyond all

doubt, this kitchen had lost its heart to Prue long since; even

the battered cutlasses crossed upon the wall, the ponderous jack

above the hearth, with its legend: ANNO DOMINI 1643, took on a

brighter sheen to greet her when she came, and as for the pots

and pans, they fairly twinkled

But today Prue's eyes were red, and her lips were all a-droop,