"No," I said; "but there is a farm-house a short distance down the
road, where they will be glad to have you." And down the road he
went to Mrs. Carson's. I am sorry to say that he sold her a "Flora
and Fauna" before he went to bed that night.
We were much amused at the termination of this affair, and I
became, if possible, a still greater admirer of Euphemia's talents
for management. But we both agreed that it would not do to keep up
the sign any longer. We could not tell when the irate driver might
not pounce down upon us with a customer.
"But I hate to take it down," said Euphemia; "it looks so much like
a surrender."
"Do not trouble yourself," said I. "I have an idea."
The next morning I went down to Danny Carson's little shop,--he was
a wheelwright as well as a farmer,--and I got from him two pots of
paint--one black and one white--and some brushes. I took down our
sign, and painted out the old lettering, and, instead of it, I
painted, in bold and somewhat regular characters, new names for our
tavern.
On one side of the sign I painted:
"SOAP-MAKER'S
AND
BOOK-BINDER'S
HOTEL."
And on the other side:
"UPHOLSTERERS'
AND
DENTISTS'
HOUSE."
"Now then," I said, "I don't believe any of those people will be
traveling along the road while we are here, or, at any rate, they
won't want to stop."
We admired this sign very much, and sat on the piazza, that
afternoon, to see how it would strike Bill, as he passed by.
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