The furniture of the hut was neither gorgeous nor much in the way.

The rocking-chairs and sofas were not present, and never had been, but they were represented by two three-legged stools, a pine-board bench four feet long, and two empty candle-boxes.

The table was a greasy board on stilts, and the table-cloth and napkins had not come--and they were not looking for them, either.

A battered tin platter, a knife and fork, and a tin pint cup, were at each man's place, and the driver had a queens-ware saucer that had seen better days.

Of course this duke sat at the head of the table.
There was one isolated piece of table furniture that bore about it a touching air of grandeur in misfortune.