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OUR TAVERN.
The next day was clear again, and we rambled in the woods until the sun was nearly down, and so were late about supper.

We were just taking our seats at the table when we heard a footstep on the front porch.
Instantly the same thought came into each of our minds.
"I do believe," said Euphemia, "that's somebody who has mistaken this for a tavern.

I wonder whether it's a soldier or a farmer or a sailor; but you had better go and see." I went to see, prompted to move quickly by the new-comer pounding his cane on the bare floor of the hall.

I found him standing just inside of the front door.