The Ky-ro-ite landlord perhaps thought he ought to be well compensated for keeping a hotel in such a place. A man of his sort used to "keep tavern" in Pasy County, Indiana, several years ago. A pedestrian stopped with him over night, for which the charge was 2.50.
"Why, landlord," said he, "this is an outrageous bill."
"You mean it's a big'un?" said the insatiate Boniface.
"Yes, I do."
"Well, stranger, we keep tavern here."
"What has that to do with such a bill?"
"Look at that'ere sign, stranger—cost ten dollars; your'n the fust trav'ler that's bin along for three weeks, and we can't afford to keep tavern for nothin—we can't!"