"'Tain't as thow 'e had a passel of passergers to be teeren rownd after." "Can you give me some supper while I'm waiting ?" "Sooper ?" The innkeeper scratched his chin doubtfully.

"'Tis late in the ebenin' to be getting sooper.

There's nawthing greut in the howse.

You could 'ave some tay--p'raps an egg." "That will do." The innkeeper roared forth a summons, which was answered by a rugged Cornish lass from the kitchen.

She cast a doubtful glance on the young man when she learnt what was required, and took him into a small sitting-room, where she left him to gaze at his leisure upon a framed portrait of Cecil Rhodes, a stuffed gannet in a large glass case, and a stuffed badger in a companion case on the other side of the wall.