"What are you a-hollering and a-bellaring for here, young man?" says
she.
"There's no warm water--no servants; my boots are not even cleaned."
"He, he! Clean 'em yourself," says the landlady. "You young students
give yourselves pretty airs. I never heard such impudence."
"I'll quit the house this instant," says Giglio.
"The sooner the better, young man. Pay your bill and be off. All my
rooms is wanted for gentlefolks, and not for such as you."
"You may well keep the Bear Inn," said Giglio. "You should have yourself
painted as the sign."
The landlady of the Bear went away GROWLING. And Giglio returned to his
room, where the first thing he saw was the fairy bag lying on the table,
which seemed to give a little hop as he came in. "I hope it has some
breakfast in it," says Giglio, "for I have only a very little money
left." But on opening the bag, what do you think was there? A blacking
brush and a pot of Warren's jet, and on the pot was written,
"Poor young men their boots must black:
Use me and cork me and put me back."
So Giglio laughed and blacked his boots, and put back the brush and the
bottle into the bag.
When he had done dressing himself, the bag gave another little hop, and
he went to it and took out--