"Wall, what's it wuth to take you both in fer the night and feed ye?" the man asked, avariciously.
"Oh, about seventy-five cents."
"Come back," said he; "I just walked from the railroad station a mile and a half in the mud, and lost my overshoes, and kin sympathize with ye."
My donkey was comfortably stabled, watered and fed, and I ushered into a cozy room, where my host brought me dry garments and slippers, and gave me a hot supper. Truly, I thought, the darkest hour is just before dawn.
[CHAPTER VII.]
I mop the hotel floor
I pass like night from land to land,
I have strange power of speech;
So soon as e'er his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me,