Twenty-Ninth Evening"Close by the high-road," said the Moon, "is an inn, and
opposite to it is a great waggon-shed, whose straw roof was just
being re-thatched. I looked down between the bare rafters and
through the open loft into the comfortless space below. The
turkey-c**k slept on the beam, and the saddle rested in the empty
crib. In the middle of the shed stood a travelling carriage; the
proprietor was inside, fast asleep, while the horses were being
watered. The coachman stretched himself, though I am very sure that
he had been most comfortably asleep half the last stage. The door
of the servants' room stood open, and the bed looked as if it had
been turned over and over; the candle stood on the floor, and had
burnt deep down into the socket. The wind blew cold through the
