It was one Saturday in August. There was George, and Harris, and me. We were tired and

hungry. When we got to Datchet, we took out of the boat the basket of food, the two bags, and

the coats and things. Then we began to look for somewhere to stay. We passed a very pretty

little hotel, but there were no roses round the door. I wanted somewhere with roses round the

door. I do not know why. Anyway, I said, 'Oh, we don't want to go there. Let's look for a little

hotel with roses round the door.'

So we went on until we came to another hotel. That

was a very nice one, too, and it did have roses. But Harris

did not like the man who was standing by the front door.

Harris said that he did not look like a nice man, and he was

wearing ugly boots. So we went on. We walked for some

time, but we did not see any more hotels. Then we met a

man and we decided to ask him.

'Excuse me, do you know any nice little hotels near

here?' we said.

'Well,’ he said, 'you're coming away from them. Go

back, and you'll come to the Black Horse.'

We said, 'Oh, we've been there, and we didn't like it. There were no roses round the door.'

'Well, then,' he said, 'there's the Travellers' Rest just beyond it. Have you tried that?'

Harris replied that we did not want to go there. We did not like the man who was staying

there. Harris did not like the colour of his hair. He did not like his boots either.

'Well, I don't know what you're going to do, then,' the man answered, 'because they are

the only two hotels here.'

'No other hotels!' Harris cried.

'None,' the man replied.

'What are we going to do now?' Harris asked.

Then George spoke. He said, 'You two can ask someone to build you a hotel. I'm going

back to the Black Horse!'

So we went back to the Black Horse. 'Good evening,' the man at the desk said.

'Oh, good evening,' George answered. 'We want three beds, please.'

'I'm sorry, sir,' the man replied, 'but we haven't got three beds.'

'Oh, well, it doesn't matter - two beds, then. Two of us can sleep in one bed, can't we?'

George continued. He looked at Harris and me.

Harris said, 'Oh, yes.' He thought that George and I could sleep in one bed very easily.

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