ese soup.
Merluzzo in salamoia. Cod with sauce piquante.
Pollastro in istufa di pomidoro. Stewed chicken with tomatoes.
Porcelletto farcito alla Corradino. Stuffed suckling pig.
Insalata alla Navarino. Navarino salad.
Bodino di semolino. Semolina pudding.
Frittura di cocozze. Fried cucumber.

The Fifth Day

The following day was very warm, and some half-dozen of the party
wandered into the garden after lunch and took their coffee under a big
chestnut tree on the lawn. "And this is the 16th of June," said Lady
Considine. "Last year, on this very day, I started for Hombourg. I
can't say I feel like starting for Hombourg, or any other place, just at
present."

"But why should any one of us want to go to Hombourg?" said Sir John.
"Nobody can be afraid of gout with the admirable diet we enjoy here."

"I beg you to speak for yourself, Sir John," said Lady Considine. "I
have never yet gone to Hombourg on account of gout."

"Of course not, my dear friend, of course not; there are so many reasons
for going to Hombourg. There's the early rising, and the band, and the
new people one may meet there, and the change of diet--especially the
change of diet. But, you see, we have found our change of diet within an
hour of London, so why--as I before remarked--should we want to rush off
to Hombourg?"

"I am a firm believer in that change of diet," said Mrs. Wilding,
"though in the most respectable circles the true-bred Briton still talks
about foreign messes, and affirms that anything else than plain British
fare ruins the digestion. I must say my own digestion is none the worse
for the holiday I am having from the preparations of my own 'treasure.'
I think we all look remarkably well; and we don't quarrel or snap at
each other, and it would be hard to find a better proof of wholesome
diet than that."

"But I fancied Mrs. Gradinger looked a little out of sorts this morning,
and I'm sure she was more than a little out of temper when I asked her
how soon we were to taste her dish of toadstools," said Miss Macdonnell.

"I expect she had been making a trial of the British fungi in her
bedroom," said Van der Roet; "and then, you see, our conversation isn't
quite 'high toned' enough for her taste. We aren't sufficiently awake to
the claims of the masses. Can any one explain to me why the people who
are so full of mercy for the mass, are so merciless t