There seemed to be only one big street, but we supposed the rest of the city was hidden away somewhere.

There was a large inn, with a green before it, and the red-wheeled dogcart was standing in the stableyard and the lady, with Denny and the others, sitting on the benches in the porch, looking out for us.

The inn was called the 'George and Dragon', and it made me think of the days when there were coaches and highwaymen and foot-pads and jolly landlords, and adventures at country inns, like you read about.
'We've ordered tea,' said the lady.

'Would you like to wash your hands ?' We saw that she wished us to, so we said yes, we would.

The girls and Denny were already much cleaner than when we parted from them.
There was a courtyard to the inn and a wooden staircase outside the house.