|The picture of this one in Suffolk not the same inn|
The Innkeeper’s wife stuck her head out of a window. “Could ye spare me something to eat?” the vagabond asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes. “No!” she shouted.
“Could I have a pint of ale?”
“No!” she shouted even louder.
“Could I at least sleep in your stable?”
“No!” she shouted again.
The vagabond said, “Might I please...?”
“What now?” the woman screeched, not allowing him to finish.
“D’ye suppose,” he asked, “that I might have a word with George?”