“Perhaps I shall have better luck here,” thought the traveler, and he knocked at the
door.
It was opened by a cheerful-looking little woman wearing a spotless white apron .
“Come you in,” she said at once. “You look cold and tired.”
“Thank you,” said the traveler gratefully. By the hearth sat an old man. A kettle
steamed on the hob , and a black cat lay asleep on the mat.