It was almost midnight when we rode up to the hotel, upon the _plaza_ in quaint old Patzcuaro.

All were cross and tired; neither crossness nor weariness were helped when we were told that there was no room for us at the inn.

We made such vigorous representations, however, that the doors were finally thrown open.

An old store-house was cleaned out and supplied with decent beds, and a good supper was served..