Along the walls were ranged the bunks--one above the other--covered with rotting quilts and unwashed coverings.
Each of these rented for sixpence a night to any thief or beggar who chose to apply for lodging--no distinction being made for sex or color.
As the lad swings the lantern about we spy the rows of heads projecting from under the stacks of rags.

In one bed a gray-haired, disheveled head cuddled close to the yellow locks of a slumbering child.

While we are reconnoitering, something like a huge dog runs past and dives under the bed.

"What is this, good friend ?" we ask.

"Oh, only the goat," replied a merry Milesian.