and hungry, came to a roadside Inn with a sign reading:
"George and the Dragon." He knocked.
The Innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window. "Could ye
spare some victuals?" he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor
condition. "No!" she said rather sternly.
"Could I have a pint of ale?"
"No!" she said again.
"Could I at least sleep in your stable?"
"No!" by this time she was fairly shouting.
The vagabond said, "Might I please...?"
"What now?" the woman interrupted impatiently.
"D'ye suppose," he asked, "I might have a word with George?"