Edward was at school. He was sixteen, and he lived with his mother and father near London. Then he left school and worked in a factory for a year, and then in August he said to his parents, ‘I’m going to have a nice holiday in the country now, and I’m going to go there alone. He did not have much money, but he found the name of a small, cheap hotel, and he went there by train and bus.
His room in the hotel was very small, but it was clean, and Edward was happy, because he was alone. The first evening, he went down to the dining-room of the hotel at dinner time and sat down at a small table. The young waitress brought him a plate, and Edward looked at it. Then he said to the girl, ‘Waitress, this plate’s wet!’
‘That’s your soup, the girl answered.
