John and I had visited the place but once; that was upon the occasion of our first meeting.

No one in the town knew us, and we felt safe in venturing forth into the streets.

So we helped Dorothy and Madge to don their furs, and out we went happier and more reckless than four people have any good right to be.

But before setting out I went to the tap-room and ordered dinner.
I found the host and directed him to prepare a dozen partridges in a pie, a haunch of venison, a few links of German sausage, and a capon.

The host informed me that he had in his pantry a barrel of roots called potatoes which had been sent to him by a sea-captain who had recently returned from the new world.