Not ride back in the cold, unrefreshed, so down we went to Abbott's Hotel to order tea. A lumbering hostler took our horse; a great wood fire was blazing in the old bar-room, hung round with pictures of horses and dogs; a room like those in Porter's old hotel at Cambridge, suggesting traditions of many winters, bright with flaming flip irons [irons used to warm drink]. But tea must be ordered, and nobody appeared.
So forth I went into a great dark hall, fireless and voiceless; seven doorset, where did you get all that? --Made it all up, every word of it, was the rapid reply of the young authoress, over her crochet-needle.
After the reading, the folding doors were opened and there was an elegant little collation.
Stately old Squire Porter conducted Miss Prescott to the seat of honor, and proposed her health in wine, with a little speech, to which she replied; and at the close all the girls escorted her home; quite a pretty little ovation for Newburyport.... One of the first th