There was a Knot-hole in the wooden Floor
“Gr-r, you greedy fellow!” muttered the drummer, who was lying full length in the attic above with his eye to the knot-hole. “I hope it may choke you!” And he watched eagerly while the beadle began to fall to upon the roast fowl.
Suddenly the feast was interrupted by another loud knock at the door.
“My husband!” cried the woman in great agitation. “He has come back unexpectedly. If he finds you here, something terrible will happen, for he cannot bear the sight of a beadle. Quick! jump into this chest and pull down the lid, while I clear away all signs of the supper!”
The beadle, who was just as frightened as his hostess, lost no time in doing as she bade him. He hopped into the chest and pulled down the lid, while she hurried to clear the table. All this time the husband was thundering at the door, very impatient at being kept waiting. When at last his wife let him in, he flew into a temper and began to scold her.
“I am very sorry, good man,” she answered, “but I did not hear you knock, I was hard at work in the scullery.”
“Bring me something to eat!” growled the man.
“Just as you like,” answered his wife. “But if I were you I would not sup so late—you know how it always gives you indigestion. Wouldn’t it be better to go straight to bed?”
“Hold your peace, woman,” said her spouse. “I am not sleepy!” And he sat himself down at the table.