in a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. not a nasty, dirtym, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to seit down on or to eat, it was a hobbit hole and that means comfort. it had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. Thdoor opened on to a tube shjaped hall like a tunnel, a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with paneled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats the hobbit was fond of visitors. the tunnel wound on and on. going fairly but not quite straight in the side of the hill. the hill ass all the people for many miles round called it and many little round opened out of it, first on one side and then another. no going upstairsor the hobbitbedrooms bathroonms cellars, pantries lots of these, wardrobes he had whole rooms devoted toclothes. kjitchens dining rooms, all were on the same door, and nindeed on the same passagew. the best rooms were all on the left hand side going in for these were the only ones to have windows deep set round windows looking over his garden and meadows behond slopping to the river.