The Chair by the Fire

The guesthouse stood above the harbour. Its door was on the sheltered side. A sheep kept the house. Polly stood in the hall, wet from the rain. "Do you have any available rooms?"

Nyumba ya wageni ilisimama juu ya bandari. Mlango wake ulikuwa upande usio na upepo. Kondoo ndiye aliyeitunza nyumba. Polly alisimama ukumbini, amelowa na mvua. "Je, mna vyumba vinavyopatikana?"

There were rooms. Polly said, "I would like a quiet room, please." The sheep waited a moment. The wind finds every room here.

Vyumba vilikuwepo. Polly akasema, "Ningependa chumba chenye utulivu, tafadhali." Kondoo akasubiri kidogo. Upepo huyapata vyumba vyote hapa.

"Could you assist me with my luggage, please?" The sheep carried the bag up. She put it by a chair. Its frame was driftwood, because no tree grows here. Its back was straw.

"Je, waweza kunisaidia na mizigo yangu, tafadhali?" Kondoo alibeba mfuko hadi juu. Akauweka kando ya kiti. Kiunzi chake kilikuwa cha mbao za baharini, kwa sababu hakuna mti unaokua hapa. Mgongo wake ulikuwa wa majani makavu.

"What time is check-out?" Polly asked. The boat decides everything here. Then she sat in the chair. The straw stopped the cold air.

"Muda wa kuondoka chumbani ni saa ngapi?" Polly akauliza. Meli huamua kila kitu hapa. Kisha akaketi kwenye kiti. Majani yalizuia upepo baridi.