This is from Kilvert’s Diary, told to him by a Miss Child:
She and her sister stranded in London at night went to London Bridge hotel (having missed the last train) with little money and no luggage except the owl in a basket. The owl hooted all night in spite of their putting it up the chimney, before the looking glass, under the bedclothes, and in a circle of lighted candles which they hoped it would mistake for the sun. The owl went on hooting, upset the basket, got out and flew about the room. The chambermaid almost frightened to death dared come inside the door. Miss Child asked the waiter to get some mice for “Ruth” but none could be got.
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