'Excuse me, but is there a fairly cheap hotel not too far from here?'
'Try the Bell and Dragon, It's about quarter of a mile along on the other side.'
BED AND BREAKFAST
Billy Weaver had travelled down from London on the slow afternoon train, with a change at Swindon on the way.
By the time he got to the bath it would be about nine 0' clock in the evening and the moon as coming up out if a clear starry sky over the houses opposite the station entrance. Billy thanked him and picked up his suitcase and set out to walk the quarter-mile to the Bell and Dragon
Suddenly, in a downstairs window that was brilliantly illuminated by a street-lamp not six yards away, Billy caught sight of a printed notice propped up against the glass in one of the upper panes. It said BED AND BREAKFAST.
He went right up and peered through the glass into the room, and the first thing he saw was a bright fire burning in the hearth. On the carpet in front of the fire, a pretty little dachshund was curled up asleep with its nose tucked into its belly.