"Why, it wouldn't be the Village at all without 'Polly's.' It--why, of course, I never thought anyone had to be told about _'Polly's_'!" His attitude will be as disconcerted as though you asked him whether he was in the habit of using air to breathe,--or was accustomed to going to bed to sleep.
Polly Holliday used to have her restaurant under the Liberal Club--where the Dutch Oven is now,--but now she has her own good-sized place on Fourth Street, and it remains, through fluctuations and fads, the most thoroughly and consistently popular Village eating place extant.

It is, outwardly, not original nor superlatively striking in any way.

It is a clean, bare place with paper napkins and such waits between courses as are unquestionably conducive to the encouragement of philosophic, idealistic, anarchistic and aesthetic debates.

But the food is excellent, when you get it, and the atmosphere both friendly and--let us admit frankly--inspiring.

The people are interesting; they discuss interesting things.