The front door was always open, the tables were always spread.
That any man should take advantage of this state of affairs was something never dreamed in Heart's Desire.

Yet one day a sensitive young man, fresh from the States, who had blundered, God knows how, down into Heart's Desire, and who was at that time reduced to a blue shirt, a pair of overalls, one law book, one six-shooter, and one dime, slipped into the hotel of Uncle Jim Brothers, since by that time he was very hungry.

He sat on the edge of the bench and dared not ask for food; yet his eyes spoke clearly enough for Uncle Jim.

The latter said naught, but presently returned with a large beefsteak which actually sputtered and frizzled with butter, a thing undreamed! "Get 'round this," said Uncle Jim, "and you'll feel better." The young man "got 'round" the beefsteak.

Perhaps it was the feeling about the butter, which of itself was a thing unusual.