The inn was entirely outside of the village. The commissioner said that they must walk through the village, for there was no carriage road through it at all.
So Mr. George and Rollo dismounted, and the hostlers came out from the stable to unharness the horses.
"Now, Rollo," said Mr. George, "we will go in and order a breakfast, and then we will take our walk through the village while it is getting ready."
"Yes," said Rollo. "I should like some breakfast very much."
"What shall we have?" asked Mr. George.
"What you like," replied Rollo. "You always get good breakfasts."
"Well," said Mr. George, "we will tell them the old story."
Just at this moment James came up to the door of the hotel where Mr. George and Rollo had been standing during this conversation.
"You may order breakfast for us, James," said Mr. George, "and let them have it ready for us when we get back from our walk."
"Yes, sir," said James. "And what will you have?"