"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.