When I woke next morning, I was dying of 1 ．I seemed to have a hole instead of a 2 I dressed quickly and hurried down to the dinning-room．It was a big room with six tall windows and the ugliest wallpaper I had ever seen! 3 ,I had been told the hotel was not beautiful but that you were better 4 ．there than in any other hotel; and that was 5 I wanted just then．
The waiter came hurrying up．Before I came downstairs I had prepared 6 carefully for what I must 7 ．I had looked three times in my dictionary to make sure 8 “breakfast” really meant “breakfast”．I had tried to get the right 9 and I had stood in front of a mirror and twisted my mouth until it ached．
The waiter asked me 10 I could not understand, but I spoke only my one prepared word “breakfast”．He looked at me in a 11 uway．So I repeated it．Still he did not understand
It was 12 that English people didn't understand their own language．The waiter 13 his head and went away, but he came back in a minute and brought a tray with tea, bread and butter--enough to feed a small army---and went away．But I was hungry, and I left 14 When the waiter came back I thought his face showed a little 15 , but you can never 16 what a waiter' s face really shows．In another minute he brought 17 tray with some bacon (熏肉) and some eggs．He 18 have misunderstood me, but I thought it was no use explaining to people who don’ t understand their own language, so 1 just set to work on the bacon and eggs , wondering whether I could possibly clear that plate．
Well, I finished the bacon and eggs．I got up and made my way slowly to my room-at least five pound 19 ．I never believed until then that any meal could 20 me, but on that day I met my Waterloo(滑铁卢)．
