"I've heard of it," said the Judge; "but as I want to keep my appetite, I always shun the kitchen, if not the cooks."
"But surely, can't you see by the table alone, Judge?"
"I know, Mr. Lincoln, but I'm going to stop only a day or two, and I guess I can stand for that time what the landlord's family stand all their lives."
Speaking of Hotels, reminds me of a little episode of one of Uncle Abe's professional visits to Cairo, in Egypt, a town fenced in with mud-banks and celebrated for its mud-holes and mean whisky. Thereabouts is a Hotel, and thereat Uncle Abe stopped because the water forbade further traveling. When his bill was presented to him next morning, he ventured to remark, "that his accommodation had not been of the most agreeable kind."
"We are very much crowded," apologetically replied the landlord.
"But I had hard work to get breakfast this morning."
"Yes," continued the apologist, "we are greatly in need of help."
"Well, well," said Uncle Abe, "you keep a first rate hotel in one respect."
"Ah!" said the landlord, brightening up, "in what respect is that?"
"Your bills," said Undo Abe, vanishing towards the "Central" cars.