"I only asked which way you intend to travel," said the man.
"Oh! I have I paid you my bill?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do I owe you anything more?"
"No, sir."
"Then, I intend to travel the way I wish to go--do you understand?"
He turned his horse and rode away. He had not gone farther than to the
end of the innkeeper's field, when to his surprise he found that the
road forked. He did not know whether he should take the right-hand
fork or the left-hand.
He paused for a while. There was no signboard to help him. He looked
back and saw the innkeeper still standing by the door. He called to
him:--"My friend, which of these roads shall I travel to go to
Lynchburg?"
"Mr. Randolph," answered the innkeeper, "you have paid your bill and
don't owe me a cent. Travel the way you wish to go. Good-by!"
As bad luck would have it, Mr. Randolph took the wrong road. He went
far out of his way and lost much time, all on account of his surliness.
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