QUOTE : Where is the flounder?” she asked. Mrs. Apple was momentarily stumped. “Fishing has long played a significant role in England’s economy. Is that what you mean?” she began, but the girl shook her head. “Our cook makes a tasty fish stew,” Miss Mortimer said kindly. “We can request it for luncheon, if you like.” “No,” Cassiopeia insisted. “I want to see the flounder. Where is she?” She turned to Penelope for help. “Is she in the pail?” Then Penelope understood. “I believe she means ‘Where is Agatha Swanburne?’ Were you expecting to meet her today? And you, too, Beowulf? Alexander?” First Cassiopeia, then her brothers, nodded solemnly. Apparently, all three had assumed that the wise old “flounder” was alive and well and could be found strolling about the school, giving sage advice. “Agatha Swanburne?” Mrs. Apple exclaimed. “Well, I am afraid she is dead.” The children looked shocked. Then they began to cry.