The other room on the second floor--a kind of attic--contains an important picture of Shakespeare. It is called the "Stratford Portrait," as it was discovered in that native town, and it is now thought to have been painted in the eighteenth century, from a bust. The Shakespeare house is double. In the other half, which is now a museum, John Shakespeare, the father of the Poet, used to have his shop and carry on his trade, or trades, for, like many people at that time, he had several. This museum now contains many relics of Shakespeare, which are more or less authentic, as well as a large number of First Editions of his plays. The young people were interested in an old desk, much scratched and marred, which it is supposed that the Poet used when at the Guild School. It is not clear whether it was when he was a pupil there, or at the time he was "Junior Master," as he is thought to have been by some. The desk is long and narrow, having but one little opening into which a hand could be reached to pull out the books. It occurred to John that it would have been a very convenient place to hide apples or pickles, or any such forbidden articles, as the master could never even suspect their existence in that dark interior. "You will see where that desk once stood," remarked Mrs. Pitt, "for later, I shall show you the old Guild Hall, and the room where the Stratford boys had their lessons. Now, we are all hungry, and we'll go straight to the Shakespeare Hotel and have some luncheon. Don't you all approve that plan?" Before leaving "the Birthplace," it must be remembered that there exists a really very picturesque old English garden. In it were planted, about fifty years ago, a quantity of the flowers which are mentioned in the plays of Shakespeare, and the result is a very lovely mass of brightly-colored, old-fashioned flowers. At the Shakespeare Hotel, they were served a typically English luncheon of mutton, peas seasoned with mint, greens, and afterwards a "gooseberry tart." John and Betty were in gales of laughter when the shy, rosy-cheeked maid asked if they would have some "jammed fingers." "What in the world does she mean?" inquired Betty, between her giggles. "I don't know, I am sure. Do you, Barbara? Oh, yes I do! Probably she means 'jam fingers.' I have heard the name. Please bring us some," Mrs. Pitt requested. The "jammed fingers" proved to be long strips of pastry with jam between. They were very good, and John and Betty much preferred them to the sour gooseberries, to which they had not taken at all kindly. The Shakespeare Hotel is much like its neighbor, the Red Horse, except for the fact that each room bears the name of one of Shakespeare's plays. "How lovely it would be to sleep in the 'Romeo and Juliet' room,--if there is one!" Betty sighed. "I almost wish we had planned to stay here, although I do want to write letters on the table in Washington Irving's room at the Red Horse!"