You are comfortable, and you are exhilarated.

You see, quickly enough, why the Village could not possibly get along without its inn; why "Polly's" is so essential a part of its life that half the time it overlooks it.

Outsiders always know about "Polly's." But the Villager?
"'Polly's'?
But _of course_ 'Polly's.'" There it is.

_Of course_ "Polly's." "Polly's" is Greenwich Village in little; it is, in a fashion, cosmic and symbolic.
Under the Liberal Club, where "Polly's" used to be located, the "Dutch Oven," with its capacious fireplace and wholesome meals, now holds sway.

The prices are reasonable, the food substantial and the atmosphere comfortable, so it is a real haven of good cheer to improvident Villagers.
The Village Kitchen on Greenwich Avenue is another place of the same sort.