Gracious. That’s the first word that comes to mind when one walks into this frilled little inn, a place so old-fashioned it still has a payphone nook in the lobby (though it now just holds a house phone) and only art from the colonial era adorns its walls. But the staff are cheery and helpful, the rooms decent-sized (those ending in 01 are smallest) and quiet (with the exception of those overlooking the raucous outdoor party on Stone Street in the warm weather months; see p. ##). As for the beds: They only look lumpy because real feathers are used in the comforters. Best of all: Prices plunge on weekends by a good $100 (in mid-season, you might pay just $179 on a Sunday night but $289 on a Tuesday).