Latin School.
The mare, having finished drinking, jogged on. He saw on the left-hand side of the street the shop of Paul Revere, goldsmith.[9] The thought came that possibly he might find something there that would be nice and pretty for Rachel.
Jenny, knowing she was nearing the end of her journey, trotted through Union Street, stopping at last in front of a building where an iron rod projected from the wall, supporting a green dragon with wings, open jaws, teeth, and a tongue shaped like a dart.[10] The red-faced landlord was standing in the doorway.
Green Dragon Tavern.
“Well Jenny, old girl, how do you do?” he said, addressing the mare. “So it is the son and not the father? I hope you are well. And how’s your dad?”
Robert replied that his father was well.