“They’re going to have supper,” said Henry wistfully. “I wish it was a hotel!”
Philip had lived in the country, and understood the hospitable ways of country people.
“Come along, Henry,” he said. “I’ll ask them to sell us some supper. I am sure they will be willing.”
Followed by his new acquaintance, he walked up to the side door and knocked—for there was no bell.
The young girl—probably about Philip’s age—opened the door and regarded them with some surprise.
Philip bowed.
“Will you be kind enough to tell us if there is any hotel near-by?” he asked.
“There’s one about three miles and a half farther on.”
Henry groaned inwardly.
“I am going to ask you a favor,” said Philip. “My friend and I have traveled a considerable distance, and stand in need of supper. We are willing to pay as much as we should have to at a hotel, if you will let us take supper here.”