“We are glad to put it in sometimes when hops are dear, as they are this year. Moreover, wermod is not bad stuff, and some folks like the taste better than that of hops.”
“Well, I don’t. However, the ale is drinkable. What am I to give you for the pint?”
“You are to give me a groat.”
“That is a great deal,” said I, “for a groat I ought to have a pint of ale made of the best malt and hops.”
“I give you the best I can afford. One must live by what one sells. I do not find that easy work.”
“Is this house your own?”
“O no! I pay rent for it, and not a cheap one.”
“Have you a husband?”
“I had, but he is dead.”
“Have you any children?”