"Then I shall go upstairs," I answered; "show me a chamber."
I put my basin on a tray, and went myself to fetch some more milk. With great grumblings, the fellow rose, and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets; he opened a door, now and then, to look into the apartments we passed.
"Here's a rahm," he said, at last, flinging back a cranky board on hinges. "It's weel eneugh to ate a few porridge in. There's a pack o' corn i' t' corner, thear, meeterly clane; if ye're feared o' muckying yer grand silk cloes, spread yer hankerchir o' t' top on't."
The "rahm" was a kind of lumber-hole smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were piled around, leaving a wide, bare space in the middle.
"Why, man," I exclaimed, facing him angrily, "this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bed-room."

'Then I shall go upstairs,' I answered; 'show me a room.'
I picked up my bowl. With great grumblings, the fellow rose, and we mounted to the garrets.
'Here's a room,' he said, flinging back a cranky door. 'It's good enough to eat porridge in.'
The room was a lumber-hole smelling of malt and grain, which were piled around in sacks.
'Why, man,' I exclaimed angrily, 'this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.'
