shining with wet. Afterwards, when she understood better the peculiarities of the English climate, she too learned to call days not absolutely rainy "fine," and to be grateful for them; but on that first morning her sensations were of bewildered surprise, almost vexation.
Mrs. Ashe and Amy were waiting in the coffee-room when she went in search of them.
"What shall we have for breakfast," asked Mrs. Ashe,—"our first meal in England? Katy, you order it."
"Let's have all the things we have read about in books and don't have at home," said Katy, eagerly. But when she came to look over the bill of fare there did n't seem to be many such things. Soles and muffins she finally decided upon, and, as an after-thought, gooseberry jam.
"Muffins sound so very good in Dickens, you know," she explained to Mrs. Ashe; "and I never saw a sole."
The soles when they came proved to be nice little pan-fish, not unlike what in New
