Either might be mistaken for a guest in their own house, if seen in hat or bonnet by a stranger.
But not so of the English country inn.

It comes out into the foreground of a thousand interesting histories and pictures of common life.

In them it has an individuality as marked as the parish church, couchante in its wide-rimmed nest of grave stones; as marked in unique architecture, location, and surroundings.

In none of these features will you find two alike, if you travel from one end of the country to the other; especially among those a century old.

You might as well mistake one of the living animals for the other, as to mistake "The Blue Boar" for "The Red Lion." They differ as much from each other in general make and aspect as do their nominal prototypes.