"Pray, what is it?"
"I doubt not that you have the money."
"Then why refuse me what I ask?"
"I have no spare beds. When I said you could remain, I knew not that all my rooms were taken."
The child raised her beautiful but dirt-stained face to the host in mute appeal, while her father quietly continued:
"Put us in the stables; we are used to it."
"I cannot."
"Pray why not? Surely the enemies of the son of God would not refuse him that."
The host started at the awful reply, which to him was sacrilege, and answered in a faltering voice:
"The horses take up all the room."