![]() ![]() ![]() Upon the window-sills were flowering plants in bright red pots, which made a lively show against the white front of the house and in the darkness of the doorway there were streaks of light, which glanced off from the surfaces of bottles and tankards ( Christmas Books-The Battle of Life, p. Upon the bright green shutters, there were golden legends about beer and ale, and neat wines, and good beds and an affecting picture of a brown jug frothing over at the top. The crimson curtains in the lower rooms, and the pure white hangings in the little bed-chambers above, beckoned, Come in! with every breath of air. The horse-trough, full of clear fresh water, and the ground below it sprinkled with droppings of fragrant hay, made every horse that passed, prick up his ears. ![]() The ruddy sign- board perched up in the tree, with its golden letters winking in the sun, ogled the passer-by, from among the green leaves, like a jolly face, and promised good cheer. Charles Dickens' description of the Nutmeg-Grater Inn in The Battle of Life is enough to make any weary traveler yearn for such a comfortable respite:Īt such a time, one little roadside Inn, snugly sheltered behind a great elm-tree with a rare seat for idlers encircling its capacious bole, addressed a cheerful front towards the traveller, as a house of entertainment ought, and tempted him with many mute but significant assurances of a comfortable welcome. ![]()
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