"That is a mistake, sir," she said to me.

"Very few wheelmen do stop here, as they prefer a hotel farther on, but we are glad to entertain them when they come." It was not very light in the hall in which we stood, but I could see that this lady was young, that she was of medium size, and good-looking.
"Will you walk in, sir, and register ?" she said.

"I will have your wheel taken around to the back." I followed her into a large apartment to the right of the hall--evidently a room of general assembly.

Near the window was a desk with a great book on it.

As I stood before this desk and she handed me a pen, her face was in the full light of the window, and glancing at it, the thought struck me that I now knew why Miss Putney did not wish me to stop at the Holly Sprig Inn.