A poor vagabond, traveling a country road in England, tired and hungry, came to a roadside inn with a sign reading: “George and the Dragon.” He knocked.
The innkeeper’s wife stuck her head out a window. “Could ye spare some victuals?” he asked. The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor condition. “No!” she said rather sternly.
“Could I have a pint of ale?” “No!” she said again.
“Could I at least sleep in your stable?” “No!” By this time, she was fairly shouting.
The vagabond said, “Might I please…?” “What now?” the woman interrupted impatiently.
“D’ye suppose,” he asked, “I might have a word with George?”