“Have you put up the carriage?” inquired Mr. Force.
“Naw, maister. The carriage be waiting.”
“Well, then, you may just as well put it up. It is growing dark, and I do not feel like crossing the moor at this time of night. We will stay here, if you can let us have bedrooms.”
“Surely, maister, we ha’ rooms enough. I’ll call Hetty.”
The chambermaid was called, and bringing the letter and parcel, still unopened, and her “mawther’s” duty and thanks to the gentlefolks for letting her see the outside of them.
Hetty, on being interviewed on the subject of sleeping accommodations, declared in effect that “The White Cow” could provide comfortable quarters for the whole party, for if the two gentlemen would share the double-bedded chamber over the taproom, the young lady could have the large single-bedded chamber over the parlor.
“That will be perfectly lovely. I did long to sleep in that very room, at least for one night,” said Wynnette, without waiting for any one else to speak.
“All right, then. That will do. We will stay. Eh, Le?” said the squire, turning to his young companion.
“Certainly, uncle. The half of a large bedded chamber is ample space for one used to a hammock,” replied Le.
So it was settled, and as the travelers were fatigued, they retired early.