"CLOSE by the high road，"said the Moon，"is an inn，and opposite to it is agreat wagon-shed，whose straw roof was just being re－thatched．I looked down between the barerafters and through the open loft into the comfortless space below．The turkey－cock slept on the beam，and the saddle rested in the empty crib．Inthe middle of the shed stood a travelling carriage；theproprietor was inside，fast asleeP，while the horses were being watered．Thecoach－ man stretched himself，thoughI am very sure that he had been most comfortably asleep half the last stage．The door of the servants'room stood open，andthe bed looked as if it had been turned over and over；thecandle stood on the floor，and had burned deep down intothe socket．The wind blew cold through the shed：it was nearer to the dawn than to midnight．Inthe stall，on the ground，slept awandering family of musicians．The father and motherseemed to be dreaming of the burning liquor that remained in the bottle．
The little pale daughter was dreaming too，for her eyeswere wet with tears．The harp stood at their heads，and the dog lay stretched at their feet．"
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