Bill was staring at a plate of hot rolls and croissants and things called swieback (which turned out to be a kind of thin sweet rusk, done up in packets) and a pot of steaming coffee - for Aunt Lucy and Dr. Carmichael, and a pot of steaming chocolate - for himself and Charlotte. He whispered anxiously, "Is this all?"
Aunt Lucy said that it was, that this was the Continental breakfast.
"No bacon and eggs?"
"No."
"No scrambled eggs?"
"No."
"Not even boiled eggs?"
"No."
"Oh crumbs," said Bill.
From SUSAN INTERFERES, Chapter 2, Up the Airy Mountains. Bill is dismayed by his first encounter with the continental breakfast.
No comments:
Post a Comment