The landlord greeted her rather sullenly, his eyes heavy and red from lack of sleep.
"Morning," he said, without attempting to rise.

"Lie down thar, Towser; the lady don't likely want yer nosin' around.

Yer a bit late fer breakfast; it's ginerally over with by eight o'clock." "I am not at all hungry," she answered.

"Is it far to the post-office ?" "'Bout two blocks, ter yer right.

If yer intendin' ter stay yere, ye better have yer mail sent ter the hotel." "Thank you; I'll see.