At the door of the inn our civil proprietor left us; but when we enquired of the waiter at what hour we were to start on the morrow, he told us that we should be obliged to pass the whole of Monday there, as the coach which was to convey us forward would not arrive from the east, till Tuesday morning.
Thus we discovered that the waiving the sabbath-keeping by the proprietor, was for his own convenience, and not for ours, and that we were to be tied by the leg for four-and-twenty hours notwithstanding.

This was quite a Yankee trick.
Luckily for us, the inn at Haggerstown was one of the most comfortable I ever entered.

It was there that we became fully aware that we had left Western America behind us.

Instead of being scolded, as we literally were at Cincinnati, for asking for a private sitting-room, we here had two, without asking at all.
A waiter, quite _comme il faut_, summoned us to breakfast, dinner, and tea, which we found prepared with abundance, and even elegance.

The master of the house met us at the door of the eating-room, and, after asking if we wished for any thing not on the table, retired.