"Well, we'll think about it. This aint a very cheerful place to live, as you say, and it's about time for a change."
About nine o'clock Walter intimated a desire to go to bed.
"I have been walking considerable to-day," he said, "and I feel tired."
"I'll show you the place you're to sleep in," said the woman.
She lit a candle, and left the room, followed by Walter. She led the way up a rough, unpainted staircase and opened the door of the room over the one in which they had been seated.
"We don't keep a hotel," said she, "and you must shift as well as you can. We didn't ask you to stay."
Looking around him, Walter found that the chamber which he had entered was as bare as the room below, if not more so. There was not even a bedstead, but in the corner there was a bed on the floor with some ragged bedclothes spread over it.
"That's where you're to sleep," said the woman, pointing it out.
"Thank you," said Walter.