Two diminutive towels with red borders hung on the rail of the washstand, and a battered tin slop jar, minus a cover, completed the inventory.
"Heavens, what a hole!" exclaimed John, and as he performed his ablutions (not with the sassafras soap) he promised himself a speedy flitting.

There came a knock at the door, and his host appeared to announce that his "tea" was ready, and to conduct him to the dining-room--a good-sized apartment, but narrow, with a long table running near the center lengthwise, covered with a cloth which bore the marks of many a fray.

Another table of like dimensions, but bare, was shoved up against the wall.

Mr.Elright's ravagement of the larder had resulted in a triangle of cadaverous apple pie, three doughnuts, some chunks of soft white cheese, and a plate of what are known as oyster crackers.
"I couldn't git ye no tea," he said.

"The hired girls both gone out, an' my wife's gone to bed, an' the' wa'n't no fire anyway." "I suppose I could have some beer," suggested John, looking dubiously at the banquet.
"We don't keep no ale," said the proprietor of the Eagle, "an' I guess we're out o' lawger.