LR 1.09.028 {p} ‘Good evening, little wanting?’

1.09.024 As they hesitated clapping.
1.09.025 They led their mugs.
1.09.026 ‘Can we—’ began Frodo.
1.09.027 ‘Half a minute, apron.
1.09.028 ‘Good evening, little wanting?’
1.09.029 ‘Beds for four, Butterbur?’
1.09.030 ‘That’s right! Barliman sirs?’
1.09.031 ‘Mr. Took and Underhill.’
1.09.032 ‘There now!’ said Bree.’