I carried the sign to the post, and then, at the imminent risk of breaking my neck, I hung it on its appropriate hooks on the transverse beam of the sign-post.

Now our tavern was really what it pretended to be.

We gazed on the sign with admiration and content.
"Do you think we had better keep it up all the time ?" I asked of my wife.
"Certainly," said she.

"It's a part of the house.

The place isn't complete without it." "But suppose some one should come along and want to be entertained ?" "But no one will.