Noisy，yes;butifyouwanteddeepquietandcool，ifyouwantedtostepfromtheglareofaCanadianAugusttothedeepshadowofanenchantedglade，——walkdownbelowintotheRats’Cooler。Thereyouhadit;darkoldbeams（whocouldbelievetheywereputthereamonthago？），greatcaskssetonendwithlegendssuchasAmontilladoFinodoneingiltonablackground，tallsteinsfilledwithGermanbeersoftasmoss，andaGermanwaiternoiselessasmovingfoam。HewhoenteredtheRats’Cooleratthreeofasummerafternoonwasburiedtherefortheday。Mr。GolgothaGinghamspentanythingfromfourtosevenhoursthereofeveryday。Inhismindtheplacehadallthequietcharmofaninterment，withnoneofitssorrows。
Butatnight，whenMr。SmithandBilly，thedeskclerk，openedupthecashregisterandfiguredoutthecombinedlossesofthecaffandtheRats’Cooler，Mr。Smithwouldsay：
\"Billy，justwaittillIgetthelicenserenood，andI’llcloseupthisdamncaffsotightthey’llneverknowwhathither。
Whatdidthatlambcost？Fiftycentsapound，wasit？Ifigureit，Billy，thateveryoneofthemhogseatsaboutadollar’sworthagrubforeverytwenty—fivecentstheypayonit。AsforAlf——bygosh，I’mthroughwithhim。\"
Butthat，ofcourse，wasonlyaconfidentialmatterasbetweenMr。