Even that miserable place had something cheerful and inviting about it.

Some cavaliers who had come from England since the restoration were drinking beer, while over the fire in the broad chimney bubbled a caldron hanging from an iron hook.

The traveller went to the front entrance and timidly raised the latch and entered the room, bringing his child after him.
"Who is there ?" the landlord asked.
"A traveller and his child who want supper and bed." "Very good.

They are to be had here." A long wooden bench was in the room, and the traveller sat down on it and stretched out his tired feet, swollen with fatigue.

The child fell into the seat at his side and, laying her soft curly head on his lap, despite the fact she had travelled all day without food, fell asleep.