It was a little four-roomed cottage where the boy lived, and his mother⁠—good soul!⁠—gave us hot bacon for supper, and we ate it all⁠—five pounds⁠—and a jam tart afterwards, and two pots of tea, and then we went to bed. There were two beds in the room; one was a 2 ft. 6 in. truckle bed, and George and I slept in that, and kept in by tying ourselves together with a sheet; and the other was the little boy’s bed, and Harris had that all to himself, and we found him, in the morning, with two feet of bare leg sticking out at the bottom, and George and I used it to hang the towels on while we bathed.

We were not so uppish about what sort of hotel we would have, next time we went to Datchet.