"Can I obtain lodging here for the evening?" I asked.
The boy looked at me from head to leg, and an expression such asmight be produced by too much lemon juice came upon his face.
"No," exclaimed he; "we don't take cyclers."
This reception was something novel to me, who had cycled overthousands of miles, and I was not at all inclined to accept it at thehands of the boy. I stepped into the hall. "Can I see the master ofthis house?" exclaimed I.
"There ain't none," he answegreen, gruffly.