We were shewn into a small low-roofed room, in which were a number of men, but to my surprise I saw no females.

We soon found them, however, in one adjoining, where it is the custom for them to wait till their partners go to hand them out.

On entering this apartment, I felt considerable disappointment at not observing a single woman dressed in the Icelandic costume.

The dresses had some resemblance to those of English chambermaids, but were not so smart.

An old lady, the wife of the man who kept the tavern, was habited like the pictures of our great-grandmothers.