I live there with my grandmother.

It's a slow job for a young man, and it wasn't my choice of profession.' 'Which was ?' He actually blushed.

'I want to write books,' he said.
'And what better chance could you ask ?' I cried.

'Man, I've often thought that an innkeeper would make the best story-teller in the world.' 'Not now,' he said eagerly.

'Maybe in the old days when you had pilgrims and ballad-makers and highwaymen and mail-coaches on the road.
But not now.