Lesson 21

Text A

Bill Is Very Rude

Bill is in Victor's house and he is sitting down. He is leaning back and he has put his feet on the table. Bill is very rude. VICTOR: Would you mind° taking your feet off the table, Bill?

BILL: Not at all. But I was very comfortable.

VICTOR: Do you put your feet on your own table?

BILL: No, I never do that.

VICTOR: Why not?

BILL: I don't want to mark my table, of course.

VICTOR: Well, will you please avoid marking mine?

BILL: I'm sorry. I thought you were going to buy a new table soon.

VICTOR: I hope to buy a new table, but I have to sell my old one first.

BILL: Would you please tell me how much you want for it?

VICTOR: How much do you think it's worth?

BILL: Not much. It's badly marked. I'll give you ten dollars for it.

Text B

The Phone Rang Again

Mrs Moore had worked hard all day at the office, and she was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home. Just as she walked in the door, the telephone began to ring. She dashed to answer the phone and found that the caller was a man trying to sell her some light bulbs. She refused and hung up the phone. She smelled dinner cooking and went in to see how her children were getting along with the meal. Everything was ready except setting the table, so Mrs Moore went upstairs to change clothes. Just as she reached the head of the stairs, the telephone rang again. When Mrs Moore answered it, she found out that her husband wouldn't be home for dinner. After she changed clothes , she went back downstairs to eat. During dinner, the phone rang twice. Her sister called to ask about the familyzs, and a group wanted her to do some volunteer work. She and the children finished dinner and began cleaning up the kitchen. The phone rang again. The neighbours wanted to borrow the garden hose.°. After the kitchen was cleaned . Mrs Moore sat down with a sigh to read while the children did their homework. The phone rang again. Without even answering it, Mrs Moore called to her children, "Get ready, we're all going to a movie. " "Great! But why?" "It seems that's the only way we can get away from this telephone. "

Questions on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Billy's motorcycle shone in the afternoon sun and caught Billy's reflection in the fender. He had worked all summer to save enough money for this ?bike and it was his -all his. He strapped on his helmet, slid the new black leather gloves over his hands, then threw one leg over the vinyl seat. There was a roar of the engine as he kicked it into motion, and suddenly there he was, speeding down the street on his motorcycle.

Billy's little brother, Tommy, watched solemnly from the front door. Tommy was only eight years old, but eight was old enough, he thought, for someone to have his very own motorcycle. It didn't seem fair that Billy had a bike and Tommy didn't. So Tommy sat on the front porch, ate his candy bar, and brooded over the matter as he watched Billy slide around the corner. All he wanted was just one ride.

When Billy discovered his bike missing the next morning, there was a widespread investigation by the police, his parents, and the neighbours. No one had seen the bike since the day before. As Billy walked off down the sidewalk, heading for the schoo( bus, his attention was attracted by something black glaring at him from under a hedge. He approached slowly, then suddenly broke into a run. There under the hedge was his motorcycle with one badly dented fender.

He reached for the handlebars to pull it from under the bushes. When he retracted his hand, there was a familiar sticky substance on his fingers. Tasting the brown sweetness, Billy smiled secretly to himself. He knew he had discovered who had taken his motorcycle for a spin.

Lesson 22

Text A

If I Don't Do Anything Else

Yesterday morning Paul said to himself. "I've got to write that economics paper today. If I don't do anything else, I've got to write that paper. " He sat down at his desk and put a sheet. of paper into his typewriter. He looked out of the window, ate a piece of candy, got up to get a drink of water, brushed his teeth, and sat down at his desk again.

"I haven't written my family since Thanksgiving," he said to himself. "I'll write them a letter first. " Paul wrote his family a long letter. "My typewriter needs a new ribbon. I've got to change this ribbon before I write my economics paper."

The ink from the typewriter ribbon got his hands very dirty, so he washed them and washed them. While he was washing his hands, he noticed that his fingernails were much too long. He cut them very carefully and then went back to his desk. He put a sheet of paper into his typewriter . looked out of the wiudow, and looked at his watch. It was noon. "I'll get some lunch now,".he said to himself. "After lunch I'll write that paper, if I don't do anything else. "

Text B

I'll Find My Way

The day of Uncle George's arrival is here. Everything is ready, but Uncle George and his family haven't arrived. Uncle George can't find his way to the Miller home. Mrs Miller gives him specific directions on the telephone. MRS MILI.ER: Please answer the telephone, Mary. MARY: Hello. Uncle George? Where are you? Wait a minute, please. I'll call Mother. Mother,it's Uncle George. MRs MII.I.ER: George, dear. Where are you? At the corner of Pine and State 5treet? Wait there. Michael can come and get you. UNCLE GEORGE: No. It's not necessary. We drove the car. Give me the directions. I'll find my way. MRS MILLER: Go north on State Street to Main Street. There's a large statue there. Turn left. Continue to Grove Avenue. Turn right. Continue on Grove Avenue to Seventh Street.Turn left. We're in the middle of the block. Can you repeat the directions, George? UNCLE GEORGE: I think so. I have to go north on State Street to Main Street. I turn left to Grove Avenue. I continue on Grove Avenue. I turn right. I continue on Grove Avenue to Seventh Street. I turn left and go to the middle of the block. MRs MILLER: That's it. I'll see you soon, George. Mary, is the table set? MARY: Yes, Mother. Come and look. MRs MILLER: It looks very pretty. Thank you, Mary.

Questions on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

A Break in the Routine Jonathan Rivers lived alone in a neat, two-storey, semi-detached house in Compton Street. Like many bachelors approaching middle age, be was getting rather set in his ways. He caught the same train to London every morning, ate his lunch in the same crowded restaurant near the office where he worked and always came home on the 6. 00 train. People were so used to seeing Jonathan set off at a quarter past eight, dressed in a. sjmple dark suit. wearing a black bowler hat and carrying a rolled umbrella on his arm, that they said you didn't need to wear a watch if you lived in Compton Street.

Ever since Jonathan had set up house in Compton Street, he had looked after it very carefully. He worked hard in the garden every Sunday and set out to impress the neighbours with his flower beds and lawn. Before he left the house in the mornings, he carefully closed all the doors downstairs, opened some windows to let the air in and locked the front door. Everything Jonathan did was tidy and systematic.

One summer evening Jonathan returned home as usual at five minutes to seven precisely.When he opened the front gate he immediately noticed something strange. There was a heavy footprint in the earth in one of the ftower beds. Jonathan was just going to blame the milkman or the postman when he noticed that one of the white lace curtains in the front room downstairs was out of place. Jonathan never left anything out of place.

He walked up to the front door and opened it quietly. He listened carefully for a few moments but could hear nothing. The front-room door was halt-open. Jonathan studied it thoughtfully, wondering if he had forgotten to close it that morning. He had never forgotten before. He stepped silently across the hall to the door and looked inside the room. The shadow of a man was clearly reflected on the far wall in the evening sunlight. He had obvioasly been standing behind the door since Jonathan's return. ]onathan grabbed the door-handle, sla;nmed' the door and turned the key. Then he calmly picked up the telephone in the hall and set about calling the police.

The burglar, a tall, thick-set, bearded fellow, tried to climb through a window to get out but )onathan had expected'that. He set about him with his umbrella, using it like a swoid. Three minutes later the police arrived on the scene. Jonathan was a little annoyed that he had to have dinner laterthan usual but on the whole he felt quite pleased with himself.

Lesson 23

Text A

Would You Like a Shave or a Haircut? A poor farmer who had always lived in the country and had never visited a big town won a lot of money, so he decided that he could now afford a holiday in an excellent hotel by the sea. When lunch-time came on his first day there, he decided to go and eat in the restaurant of the hotel. The head waiter showed him to his table, took his order and went away. When he looked at the farmer again, he had a surprise! The farmer had tied his table napkin round his neck. The head waiter was very annoyed at this and immediately told one of the other waiters in the restaurant to go to the man and inform him, without being in any way insulting, that people did not do such a thing in restaurants of that quality. The waiter went to the farmer and said in a friendly voice, "Good morning, sir. Would you like a shave, or a haircut?"

Text B

What Do the Romans Do?

MR TURNBULL: When in Rome, do as the Romans do, they say. MRs TuRNBULL: What do the Romans do? MR TURNBULL: They live in Rome , of course , and go to work by car or bus. But sometimes it takes too long that wayl because of the traffic jams, so they walk. MRS TURNBULL: In other words , the Romans do what everyone else does. MR TURNBULL: Yes, but they do it differently. Everything is different. MRs TURNBULL: What do you mean? MR TURNBULL: Well, the climate's different for a start. It doesn't rain so much as it does in England. The sun shines more often. MRs TURNBULL: I envy them the sun. MR TURNBULL: I know. You hate the rain, don't you? MRs TURNBuLL: I certainly do. MR TuRnBuLL: And a Roman really Ioves life. Eie knows how to enjoy himself. MRs TuRNsuLL: They always eat spaghetti and drink wine, don't they? MR TURNBULL: Not always. But they like a good meal. Lots of tourists go to Rome just for the food, you know. MRS TURNBULL: Really? How much does it cost to fly to Rome? MR TURNBULI: I don't know exactly, but it costs a lot oi money.

Question on Text B

7. Read the following conversation once. Underline the key words and retell to your partner the dialogue in your own words.

Mrs Smith Meets Mrs Turnbull Mrs Smith: Hello, Mrs Turnbull. How are you? Mrs Turnbull: Fine, thanks. How's your boy, Jack? Mrs Smith: He's a bit tired. You know, he goes to school at eight o'clock every morning. He doesn't get home till after four. then he does his homework after tea. It often takes him a couple of hours to finish it. Mrs Turnbull: Poor boy. They work hard at school nowadays, don't they? Does he like it? Mrs Smith: School, you mean? Yes, he does. He likes his teachers, and that always makes a difference. Mrs Turnbull: Yes, it does. Does he go to school by bus? Mrs Smith: No, he walks. He likes walking. He meets some of his friends at the corner and they go together. Mrs Turnbull: What does he do when it rains? Mrs Smith: My husband takes him in the car. He passes the school on the way to the office.

Lesson 24

Text A

Many people like to decorate their houses at Christmas time. They decorate the inside of the house and the outside too. Inside they usually decorate a Christmas tree and the fireplace, if there is one. Outside they place wreaths, ribbons,and coloured lightson the door and windows. If there is a tree in front of their house, they place olored lights on it too.

In New York City, there is a very tall, beautifully decorated Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center at Christmas time. In Washington, there is also a big decorated tree in front of the White House. People come from many cities to admir the trees and the gaily decorated store windows on the principal avenues of large cities.

　 Text B

What Do You Do After Work? PETER: Hello, Jim. Where are you going? JIM: To the cinema. What about coming with me? PETER: No, thanks. I'm going home. My wife's expecting me. JIM: What a pity. I believe it's a very good film. PETER: Do you go to the cinema a lot? JIM: Once a week. Most nights I sit at home and watch telly PETER: Do you know what's on tonight by any chance? JtM: No, I'm sorry I don't. I never read the papers till I get home. PETER: Oh, I see. By the way, where are you going for your holidays this year? JIM: I don't know yet. My wife's going to her mother's for a couple of weeks. She lives by the sea, you know. PETER: Oh , does she? That's convenient. JIM: Yes, but I want to go to the country. PETER: Don't you like the sea? JIM: Yes , very much. But I need peace and quiet when I'm on holiday. What are you going to do?

PETER: I'm going to stay at home. J1M: Aren't you going to have a holiday abroad this year? PETER: No , I want to buy a car , and that's going to take every penny I've got.

Question on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Going to the Theater If you want to be certain of seeing a play in London, you have to book your seat in advance. You can buy your tickets either at a Theatre Ticket Agency or at the Box Office in the theatre itself. tt is very rarely that you will be lucky enough to get a ticket five minutes before the play begins.

If you go in a large party it is not always possible for all of you to sit in the same part of the theatre. Some will have to sit in the Stalls, others in the Dress Circle and some in the Upper Circie. These seats are the least expensive of the three. Seats in a Box or the Front Stalls are the most expensive.

Lesson 25

Text A

A Ten-Dollar Bill

Sam waited patiently in the long line at the grocery store. He had come to pick up a few items for his mother. He often did Chores for his parents after school. He enjoyed helping out at Homes, As he waited, he daydreamed about the new camera he Wanted to buy. He wanted to buy it soon because his family v'as ;oing on a vacation, and he wanted. to take pictures of their trip. There was only one problem. He needed seven more dollars to huy the camera. His lawn-mowing job at the Smith's should provide the money shortly.

Suddenly Sam was roughly shoved aside. He recognized Mrs Sanders, an unkind and unfriendly person who lived on his block. She had shoved in front of him without even smiling. Just as Mrs Sanders received her change and her purchases, a ten-dollar bill flew out of her hand and fell at Sam's feet. Mrs Sanders, however, was too busy criticizing the cashier for bis slowness to notice. As Sam bent to pick up the money, he thought quickly. The money did belong to Mrs Sanders, but she deserved to lose it after the way she had behaved, and, with it, he could buy the camera.

　 Text B

A Baby-sitter

Colin is talking to Jack about yesterday evening. Jack went out, but Colin had to stay at home. JACK: Why did your parents make you stay at home? CoLIN: They wanted to go out , and so they made me look aftermy baby brother. JACK: Didn't you mind doing it? COLIN: No, I didn't. My brother was very good and I did quite a lot of homework. JACK: Didn't you even want to go to the cinema? COLIN: Not really. I watched television for an hour. JACK: What was on television last night? CoLIN: Boxing. It was excellent. JAcK: Oh. I enjoy watching boxing on television, too. What a pity I missed it last night! CoLIN: What did you do last night? JACK: I went to a boxing-match in the sports stadium.

Question on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Miss Green was very fat. She weighed 100 kilos, and she was getting heavier every month , so she went to see her doctor. , He said, "You need a diet, Miss Green, and I've got a good one here. " He gave her a small book and said, "Read this carefully and eat the things on page 11 every day. Then come back and see me in two weeks' time. "

Miss Green came again two weeks later, but she wasn't thinner; she was fatter. The doctor was surprised and said, "Are you eating the things on page 11 of the small book?" "Yes , doctor , she answered. The next day the doctor visited Miss Green during her dinner. She was very surprised to see him. "Miss Green," he said, "Why are you eating potatoes and bread? They aren't in your diet. " "But, doctor," Miss Green answered, "I ate my diet at lunch time. This is my dinner.

What Are the Times of Meals?

Mr and Mrs Williams had always spent their summer holidays in England in the past , in a small boarding-house at the seaside. One year, however, Mr Williams made a lot of money in his business , so they decided to go to Rome and stay at a really good hotel while they went around and saw the sights of that famous city.

They flew to Rome, and arrived at their hotel late one evening. They expected that they would have to go to bed hun- gry, because in the boarding-houses they had been used to in the past, no meals were served after seven o'clock in the evening. They were therefore surprised when the clerk who received them in the hall of the hotel asked them whether they would be taking dinner there that night.

"Are you still serving dinner then?" asked Mrs Williams. "Yes, certainly, madam," answered the clerk. "We serve it until half-past nine. " "What are the times of meals then?" asked Mr Williams. "Well, sir," answered the clerk, "we serve breakfast from seven to half-past eleven in the morning, lunch from twelve to three in the afternoon, tea from four to five, and dinner from six to half-past nine. " "But that hardly leaves any time for us to see the sights of' Rome ! " said Mrs Williams in a disappointed voice.

Text B

The Food Is Bad

Lise, Nick and Bill had gone out walking for the day. Nick got back about six. "Haven't Bill and Lise arrived yet?" he asked. "I thought they were ahead of me. . . " It was 7. 30 when Bill and Lise came in. The others were just finishing supper. " Where on earth have you been?" Nick asked.

"We'll tell you all about it after supper," Bill said. "We'd better go and get our food. The warden's alreatly told us that we're late. . . " After supper, the group sat around talking. STEVE: Ugh ! The food here really is bad. My soup was cold. And the meat-huh! -it was like leather! LtsE: Yes, and they don't give you very much, either. I'm still hungry. Are hostels in England always as- badas this? Anna: I haven't stayed in one for ages. But I'm sure this one is especially bad. And the warden is so unpleasant. . . MALC: "Don't do this, don't do that. You mustn't do this, you can't do that. . . " STEVE: WEll, I'm going to write a letter of complaint. To the Secretary of the Youth Hostels Association! LIsE: And we'll all help you. . .

Questions on Text B

7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell to your partner the dialogue in your own words.

A: They don't really think you took it, do they? B: 1 don't know. I just know I've never been asked so many questions in my life. A: How many of them were there? B: Three-but there was one of them who kept asking really stupid questions. A: Like what? B: Oh, he wanted to know what time I got up this morning and if I bad a bath or a shower - you know, things like that. A: What on earth has that got to do with some money disappearing? B: I've no idea. Oh yes, and the most ridiculous thing. He asked me what I had for breakfast this morning. A: Oh well, that's it. They obviously think you're a desperate criminal and you have to steal to eat. I should think you'll get thirty years. B: Hmm. Tharik you very much.

Text A

The Shopping List

Mrs Black was having a lot of trouble with her skin, so she went to her doctor about it. He could not find anything wrong th her, however, so he sent her to the local hospital for tests. The hospital, of course, sent the results of the tests direct to Mrs Black's doctor, and the next morning he telephoned her to give her a list of the things that he thought she should not eat, any of thern might be the cause of her skin trouble.

Mrs Black carefully wrote all the things down on a piece of paper, which she then left beside the telephone while she went out to a ladies' meeting. When she got back home two hours later, she found her husband waiting for her. He had a big basket full of packages beside him, and when he saw her, he said, "Hullo, dear. I have done all your shopping for you."

"Done all my shopping?" she asked in surprise. "But how you know what I wanted?" "Well, When I got home, I found your shopping list beside telephone , " answered her husband , "so I went down to the shops and bought everything you had written down. " Of course , Mrs Black had to tell him that he had bought all the things the doctor did not allow her to eat!

Text B

Under a Terrible Strain Betty and Jean are on their way to work.

BETTY: What was the party like last night, Jean? JEAN: Not bad at all , thanks. There were one or two interesting people there. Why-couldn't you come? BETTY: Well, I couldn't get away from work early. And when. I got home I had a headache , so I had to go straight to bed. But I was over-tired , because I wasn't able to get to sleep for hours. JEAN: What a shame. Why didn't you take a sleeping pill? BETTY: I don't like them. I used to take them'1 when I had to work overtime, you know. JEAN: How many did you use to take? BETTY: Three every night. JEAN: Good heavens. Why did you take so many? BETTY: Because I was under a terrible strain. The doctor said they weren't very strong. Anyway, I used to feel awful the next morning. JEAN: I'm sure you did. BETTY: The doctor said I had to be careful. JEAN: He was quite right. BETTY: So I stopped drinking coffee late at night instead.

Question on Text B

7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

A Language Mix-Up Two young British tourists were travelling in France when a policeman stopped their car and gave it a search. He found a bag of whit.e powder which looked suspicious. "Drogue?" asked the heroin-conscious policeman. "Yes, dogs," they responded, and promptly found themselves in jail. Analysis of the powder revealed that it was a chemical which gives off a smell , used to discourage dogs from using the sides of the car as a toilet. The tourists were set free, after promising to take a few French lessons before their next vacation in France.

Lesson 28

Text A

Where to Find a Listener Mr Adamson enjoys playing the violin in his leisure time. He is often carried away by his music. But it is a terrible time for his neighbours when Mr Adamson plays as he does so badly. One day Mr Adamson sat by a window and began te play the violin as usual. Mr Adamson seems to be making noises instead of music. However, Mr Adamson was absorbed. Just then, some stones

were thrown out of the window under which Mr Adamson was sitting, but he did not pay attention to it. The "music" continued. After a little while, an empty bottle and a worn-out shoe were thrown out of the window too. Mr Adamson knew that this was not the place for him. The neighbours did not like his "music ". Mr Adamson was very sad. He was badly hurt. "Perhaps no living people can understand my music.I should go to a place where people may appreciate my works. " So he decided to go to a graveyard.

He came to a graveyard where there was no other sound ex cept the church to11. The yard was a Heaven'" where dead people rest. Mr Adamson sat at a grave's and thought a lot, "I must do my best to show that my music is outstanding. " He was inspired and began to play his violin. Suddenly a barefoot stretched out from the grave amd gave Mr Adamson a kick which sent him flying. His treasured violin also dropped frum his hand. Mr Adamson felt very sad because his works was not accepted by anyone , not even the dead.

　 Text B

Don't Throw Paper on the Floor

Bill Davidson is throwing some paper on the floor. Miss Mead, his teacher, is looking at the paper. Mlss MEAD: Don't throw paper on the floor, Bill. BILL: Where shall I put it, miss? MISS ME.AD Put it in the waste-paper basket, please. BILL: But Peter and Tony put all their paper in the basket a few .moments ago. Now it's full MISS MEAD: In that case, take the basket outside and empty it. BILL: Yes , m iss. (He takes the basket out of the room and returns with it a few moments later. ) MIss MEAD: Where did you empty the basket, Bill? BILL: In the playground, miss. MISS MEAD: Silly boyo ! The dustbin is at the back of the school. Now pick up the paper and put it in the dustbiri.

Question on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman each owed a friend of theirs a pound. The man died. They agreed that their debts were debts of honour and must be paid, and that each one should go to the dead man's house, leave a pound and ask that it should be buried with him, as he had no relatives. The Englishman went and left a pound; so did the Irishman. The Scotsman went to the house, took the two pounds, wrote a cheque for three pounds and asked that it should be buried with the dead man. But the undertaker (the man who arranges funerals) was a Welshman. He found the cheque, cashed it and kept the money.

Lesson 29

Text A

Some Sausage Sandwiches One morning last summer Mrs Andrews made some sausage sandwiches for her husband's lunch. There was one sausage left over. Mrs Andrews didn't care for sausages herself and so she gave the last one to Henry, their little dog. Henry ate it up q uickly.

During the morning the dog got ill. He wouldn't stop shaking his head and he couldn't stand up properly. Mrs Andrews thought, "He has eaten something that didn't agree with him. Maybe that sausage was bad. . . " She suddenly remembered her huusband's lunch. She ran to the telephone and called Jim at the office.

"Jim, I hope you haven't eaten any of those sandwiches yet. " "Yes, I have. . . " "You have? Well, listen- don't eat any more. I gave Henry the last sausage and now he's ill. Go to the doctor, Jim. Tell the doctor about the dog. Get some medicine at once. " Jim came home at lunchtime and went to bed. "I had a very wnpleasant hour with the doctor," he told his wife. "The medicine made me very sick." The next morning Jim was fine. Henry seemed quite well again too. At eleven o'clock the milkman came with the milk.

"Good morning, Mrs Andrews," The milkman said. "How's your dog this morning? I have been thinking about him. . . " "Have you?' Well, he seems alright now, but. . . " "Yesterday morning he and I had a little accident. He jumped up at .me and I dropped a bottle of milk on his head. "

Text B Which of the Two ls Better? WOMAN: Which of the two do you think is bctter? I mean , what's the difference between them? SALESMAN: Well... this one costs more, but it has a much better sound. This part of it is made of wood , not plastic. And there's a tone control" , too. WOMAN: I only want it for the kitchen. I like to listen to the news at breakfast time. SALESMAN: Hmm ... well, the other one is good for the money. It's much cheaper. We sell a lot of them and all our customers are satisfied with them. Moman: Hmm... I'd like the cheaper one, please. Can I pay hy cheque? SAILESMAN: Ceftainly.

Question on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

"Why Not Stop Her?" The ladies' club always had a meeting every Friday afternoon and some one came to talk to them about important things. After that, they had tea and asked questions.

One Friday, a gentleman came and talked to the club about food "There is not enough food in the world for everybody,"he said. "More than half the people in the world are hungry. And when they get more food, the have more babies, so they never stop being hungry. Somewhere in the world, a woman is having a baby every minute, day and night. What are we going to do about it?" He waited for a few seconds hefore he continued, but hefore he began to speak again, one of the ladies said, "Well, why don't we find that woman and stop her?"

Lesson 30

Text A

The Bloody Thumb I met the old man at a cafe. I was a stranger in the town. "Did you hear the radio news yesterday?" he asked me. "I didn't," I said."Was there anything exciting?" "Exciting, no! It was important to me-and very, very sad.pack of hungry dogs killed and ate my best friend. " "Oh dear ! " I cried. "I am sorry. How did it happen?"

"He was working in his olive grove on the hilisides. The pack attacked him there. we'll never know all the facts , of curse. When he didn't return, I went to the grove and-" "You found the body?" I asked. The old fellow drank half his coffee. "The body?" he repeated."No, no. .I said they were hungry dogs, didn't I? The g bones were lying here and there in the grove. But I found this-" He pushed open a matchbox which he was holding in his

The box contained a man's thumb. It was lying on some hite, bloody material. There was a cut-an old cut-on the mmb nail. "See that cut," the man said. "I recognised it. This is my fiend's right thumb. The dogs ate the rest of him! " The old man began to cry then. He finished his coffee quick. ly and left the cafe. I drank mine and called the waiter.

"I'll pay the gentleman's bill," I said. "Please don't trou. ble him with it. His poor friend-how awful! You've heard the news?" The waiter laughed . "Yes. There's a hole in the bottom of the matchbox. He puts his own thumb through the hole. The 'blood' is red ink, I believe. Is the story worth a cup of coffee, sir?"

　 Text B

The Party

Claire Walton is working at home on a Sunday afternoor. The phone rings. It is an old friend. ClAiRE: Hello. MICK: Hello, Claire. This is Mick. CLAIRE: Mick! Nice to hear from you again. How are you? MtcK: Fine, thanks. And you? CLAIRE: Oh , not so bad. I've been very busy , but I'm going away on holiday soon. MICK: Good. Listen. I'm phoning because I want to invite you to a party. At our new house. And. . . CLAIRE: New house? Really? MIcK: Yes. We've moved. That's why we're giving the pa ty. Can you come? CLAIRE: Well, that depends. When is it? MIcK: This Saturday evening. CLAIRE: Well. . . I'm going away on Sunday morning. Very ear ly. Will the party go on very late? MICK: Until two in the morning. But you don't have to si that long.Well? What about it? CLAIRE: All right. I'll come. But I'd like to bring a present Something for your new house. What would you like? MICK: Nothing. I mean, don't bring anything. It isn't necesary. CLAIRE: But I'd still like... MICK: Just bring yourself! I'm looking forward to seeing you again. It's been a long time ! CLAIRE: Yes, it has. I'm looking forward to seeing you. too. and your new house. Uh. . . when does the party start? MlcK: Come any time after eight. All right? . CLAIRE: Yes. Oh. by the W.. MICK: Bye! See you on Saturday evening. CLAIRE: Wait a moment , Mick. You haven't. . . Mick? Are you still there? You haven't given me your new address. Hello? Mick? Hello?

Question on Text B

7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and reteli the story to your partner.

There Are Some Things You Can't Get Away Without I have a confession to make, and the sooner it gets out in the open, the better I'll feel about. I don't drive a car. Americans are broad-minded people. they'll accept the fact that a person newspapercan be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even anewspaperman but if a man doesn't drive. therc is something wrong with him.

Through the years I've found it very eMBArrassing to admit it to anyand my best friends tend to view me with suspicion and contempt. But where I really run into. trouble is when I go into a stone and try to made a purchase with a check. It happend again last week when I went to a discount house at a large shopping center in maryland.Iwanted to buy a portable tyewriter,and the salesman was very helpful about showing me the different modeIs.

I decided on one, and then I said, "May I write out a personal check?" "Naturally, " he said kindly. "Do you have any identification?" "Of course," I said. I produced an American Express credit card, a Diner's Club credit card, a Bell Telephone credit card d i pass to the White House. The man inspected them all and then said,"Where's your driver's license?" "I don't. have one," I replied.. "Did you lose it?" "No, I didn't lose it. I don't drive a car. "

He pushed a button under the cash register, and suddenly a floor manager came rushing over. The salesman had now become surly."Thes guy's trying to cash a checd, and he doesn't have a driver's license. Should I call the store detective?" "Wait a minute. I'll talk to him , " the manager said. "Did you lose your driver's license for some traffic offense?"

"No, I've never driven. I don't like to drive. " "Nobody likes to drive," the floor manager shouted. "That's no excuse. Why are you trying to cash a check if you don't have a driver's license?"

"I thought all the other identification was good enough," I explained. By this time the president of the store had arrived on the scene. Fortu nately, he recognized my name and okayed the check. He was very embarrassed by the treatment I had received and said, come on, I'll buy you a drink. " "I forgot to tell you," I said. "I don't drink either. " This was too much, even for him, and he pushed me toward the door. "Get out of here , " he said , "and don't come back ! "

Lesson 31

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A Difficult Customer Dolores works in a shop selling gramophone records. One afternoon a middle-aged woman came in, sat on a stool in front of the counter, and smiled at her brightly. "I want a record, dear," she began. "One I heard on the radios this morning. "

"What was the record called?" Dolores asked, without much hope. The woman shook her head. "I don't remember. I should know it if I. heard it , though. Perhaps if you play me a few records, I shall be able to pick it out. " She settled herself more comfortably on her stool.

"We have hundreds of records in stock, " Dolores pointed out. "It would take a very long time to play you even a little of each. Could you hum it to me?" The woman shook her head again. "I can't even sing the National Anthem in tune. We should only get into a complete muddle if I were to start humming. " She looked quite depressed, as if this reminder of her own lack of musical ability were the last straw. Then suddenly her face brightened.

"I've just remembered something," she said. "It comes from a play. There's a girl who speaks very badly, if you see what I mean. But after a time she learns to talk well.Some thing about --- what do you call it? Phonetics." This was enough for Dolores. "If you ask me, it's from 'My Fair Iady',?quot;" she said. "That's it, dear. If you'd thought of it soonerr, we wouldn't have wasted so much time. I suppose you are new to the job."

　 TextB

That Hurts a Iot

Malc went to the Casualty Department of the hospital There he was examincd by the doctor. DOCTOR: Right. Just take off your jacket and shirt. And lie down on that bed over there... That's right... Now, just hold up your right arm, will you?... Does this hurt? MALC: No. DOCTOR: And this? MALC: Yes. . . a bit. . . ouch ! DOCTOR: And do you feel anything when I do this? MALC: Yes , that hurts quite a lot. DOCTOR: And you don't feel any 'pain anywhere else? In you legs , for example? MALC: NO, nothing. DOCTOR: Well , it's probably nothing serious. But I think we'd better have that shoulder X-rayed. We can't do the until the morning, though. So it'd be better if yo stayed in hospital for the night. . .

Question Text B

7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell to your partner the dialogue in your own words.

At the Doctor's Doctor Good morning. How are you? Patient I'm very worried , doctor Doctor Oh? What are you worried about? Patient I'm afraid that I'm very ill. Doctor I'm sorry to hear that. Why do you think so? Patient Because I feel tired all the time, even when I wake up in the morning. I find it very difficult to do any work. I have no appetite. My wife cooks me deliciousmeals but I can only eat a little. Doctor How do you sleep? Patient Very badly, doctor. Doctor Do you find it difficult to get to sleep, or do you wake up early? Patient Both, doctor. I never get to sleep until two o'clock and I always wake up at five. Doctor Are you worricd about anything? Patient Well , yes , I am. 1'm worried about my work. I've just taken a new job. I earn a lot of money but it's difficult work. I'm always afraid of making a mistake. Doctor I see. please take off your shirt and lie down on the couch. Patient Yes, doctor.(The doctor examines the patient ) Doctor Well, there's nothing very much wrong with you, I'm glad to say. You're working too hard and worrying too much.Do you take much exercise? Patient No, doctor. I never have enough time for exercise. I start work very early in the morning and finish late in the evening. Then I can't get to sleep. Can you give me some medicine to help me to sleep? Doctor I can , but I'm not going to. You don't need medicine. You need advice. Don't work so hard. Too much work is bad for you. Don't worry about your work. It's silly to worry. Take regular exercise. Patient But I may lose my job, doctor! It's hard to get a job like mine. Doctor Then get an easier one, even if you earn less money. Which would you rather have, health or wealth? Patient You're right, doctor. It's more important to be healthy than wealthy. I'll change my job. I'm grateful for your advice. Doctor Come and see me again in a month's time. I think you'll be a different man!

Lesson 32

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A Pocketful of Pigs Once there was no money. If people wanted to get something , they had to give something. This is the way it used to be. "I will give you my cow for your pig," a man would say. "I'll give you my bowl if you give me a shirt," another would say. "Here are seven oranges for one fish. "

"Will you give mc a chicken for a bag of corn?" People had to trade things every day. They had to give a thing to ge.t a thing because there wasn't any money. But they had to work out a good trade . one that came out even..

What could you get for two chickens? Were thrce bags of apples a good trade for two bags of grapes? Or onc bag of apples for a little butter? What was an even trade? It was hard to know. And it was too hard to carry around all the thinga for trading. People had to use too much time getting things they needed. So they thought of a new way to trade.

They thought of money. Money could "stand for" apples, or bowls, or pigs. And a pocketful of money was better than a pocketful of pigs. With money, it was not so hard to trade. Everyone could use money. The man who needed a.pig could buy it with money. The man who sold the pig could keep the moyey until he needed something. People could work for money, and people buy things with the money they got from work.

　 Text B

Let's Play Chess

Mr Wilson and Mr Dawson arc watching some men playing chess.

MR WILSON: Let's play chess. MR DAWSON: I haven't played chess for a long time. MR WILSON: That's all right, I'm a beginner. I've just learnt how to play. MR DAWSON: Look, there's a chessboard. Those two men have already finished playing. MR WILSON (after they have played for a few minutes): You're a very good player MR DAWSON: Not really, but once I won a prize. MR WILsoN: So did I. I won a prize last week but it was a prize for beginners. MR DAWSON: My prize was for the hest player in the country. Now let's start playing chess seriously.

7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the dialogue to your partner in your own words.

Man: I'm not satisfied with it. Saleswoman: Why not? What's wrong with it? Man: Sometimes it goes fast. And sometimes it goes slow. And the alarm doesn't work, either. Saleswoman: Would you like another one? Man: No. Can I have my money back? Saleswoman; Hmm... have you got a receipt? Man: A receipt? Saleswoman: Yes. I must see your receipt. You can't have your money back without a receipt. Man Oh, I'm not certain, but I think I've lost it.

We Are Not Deaf !

Jane and Lise have had lunch with Uncle David and Aunt Janet. The two old people are deaf , and the girls are tired be- cause they have had to shout. They both want to leave. LISE: We'll have to leave soon, Aunt Janet. ANET JANET: Yes , of course you can have some tea , dear. I'll go and make some. JANE: Oh no, Lise. Stop her! You'd better say it louder. LISE: WE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE, AUNT JANET. UNCLE DAVID: You can't leave yet. I want to hear some more about Canada. LISE: But I must go back and look after Malcolm. Oh dear, thhear. I MUST GO BACK AND LOOK AFTER MALCOLM. AUNT JANET: Why, what's the matter with him? LISE: I TOLD YOU, AUNT JANET. HE ISN'T WELI.. AUNT JANET: But I thought you said he was in the hotel. Where are you staying? LISE: We'rc camping. . . WE'RE CAMPING. AUNT JANET: In this weather? Well, I'm not surprised Malcolm isn't well. Perhaps I ought to come out and wee him. LISE (firmly): NO, THAT'S NOT A CJOOD IDEA, AUNTIE. HE'S ILL. UNCLE DAVID: What's the matter with him? LISE: He's got a cold. JANE: He's got a temperature. LISE: Oh, what's the use? HE'S GOT A COLD. UNCLE DAvID: All right , all right , we can hear. We're not deaf!

Text B

The Stolen Smells Many years ago in another country there lived a poor student.He had vcry little money. He lived in a very small room over a restaurant? His room was at the back of the building over the kitchen. The restaurant owner was a very mean man. Nobody liked him. But he was a good cook and many people came to his restaurant.

One day he was working quietly in his kitchen when he heard the poor student talking to his friend."You must be very unhappy, said his friend, `living in a poor room like this. "Oh no." said the student, "I am busy with my studies and I'm not interested in my room. "But you only cat plain rice - you don't have money for anything tasty " "Yes, it's true, I eat only plain rice. But the delicious smells that come from the kitchen make thc rice very tasty indeed. "

The restaurant owner was furious. This student was stealing the smells from his kit.chen. He decided to tatke him to court. Everybody in the court laughed whcn the me; n man accuset thc student of stealing hi.s smells'. But thc judge took him seriously."Every man should be able to complain to the court ." he said. When the restaurant owvner told the judgc everything. the judge said , "You are right. The student is guiltv. " The reataurant owner waa delighted, but the poor student was vcry much . afraid. What could he do? He had only a few coina in his pocket.

The judge asked the studcnt if he had any money. The student took 5 coins from his pockct and held them out to the judge in his right hand. "Let the coins fall into your left hand," said the judge. The courtroom was very quiet. Everyone heard the tinkle of the coins as they fell into the student's left hand. "Well," said the judge to the restaurant owner, "you've heard his money. You've been well paid for your smells. "

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

A Bad Student Peter's father wants to know how his son is getting along in school. One day he asks him; "Peter, how are you getting along in school? What seat do you have in the class? Does the teacher place you in seats according to your marks?"

"Yes, father. " "And what seat do you have?" "Number twenty-one. " "And how many students are there in your class?" "Twenty-one, father. " Several weeks pass. Peter, who is a bad student and studies very little, brings home the marks of his monthly examinations.

"How are you getting along in school now, Peter?" asks his father. "Your marks do not seem to be very good. " "I am getting along much better now, father. " "What is your place in the class now?" "Number twenty now. " "Good. Then you are one place ahead. " "No, father. One of the students left the class. His family moved to another town. "

Lesson 34

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Stage Fright Tom was sick with disappointment. The piano recital ha.d turned out well, all except for his solo. He couldn't understand how it could have happened. He had practised for weeks that seemed like months. He had given up sports until after the recital because he wanted to make his parents proud of him. He spent all his time with the pi

His teacher had said he was gifted. It was true that he accepted music as another language, another way to talk to people. His grandparents, aunt, and uncle all came to hear him play, and he was anxious to show them that he was the best in the whole class.

But, when he stood up to go to the piano, his knees felt weak. He looked into the audience and saw his family smiling back at him. His mouth went dry. His fingers began to tremble. The trembling became uncontrollable shaking as though he had caught a bad cold.

He sat down at the piano. He took a deep breath. He played the first five bars of his music , then realized with horror that he had forgotten thc rest. He started over. thinking that would help. It didn't. He stood up as if in slow motion and walked offf the st age. He was a failure. The demon stage fright had left a brilliant musical career in ruins.

Text B

I Shall Never Fly Again Tom Jackson and Charles Brown are talking about ttheir summer holidays. TOM: Where are you going for your holidays , Charles ? CHARLES: To Australia. I'm going to visit my uncle in Brisbane for three weeks. TOM: Good gracious! You certainly are lucky. How are you going there? CHARLES: By air, of course. It takes over two weeks to go by sea. TOM: I once went to Singa pore by air. It was very exciting-but never agaim'. CHARLES: Why? Did you feel frightcned? TOM: For a short time. One of the engines caught fire. CHARLES: What did thc pilot do? TOM: He put it out and flew back to the airport. Then he asked the pcople at the airport where the emergency runway was. CHARLES: Did you land safely ? TOM: Yes, we did. But I shall never fly again.

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

It was a dark day when we got our report cards Thesky was full of gray clouds and it was sprinkling rain. I was over to Clyde's house and Gloria and Kitty were there. Sam probably would hade been there, too, only he had got a two-week job in the afternoons helping out at Freddie's. actually he only did it so that his mother would let him be on the track team again. Sam and his mother had this little system going He would do something good-doing and she'd let him do something that he wanted to.

Clyde's report card was on the kitchen table and we all sat around it like it was some kind of a big important document. I had got a pretty good report card and had wanted to show it off but I knew it wasn't the time. Clyde pushed the card toward me and I read it. He had all satisfactory remarks on the side labeled Personal Traits and Behavior. He had also received B's in . music and art appreciation. But everything else was either a C or a D except mathematics. His mathematics mark was a big red F that had been circled. I don't know why they had to circle the F when it was the only red mark on the card. In the Teacher's Comments section someone had written that Clyde had "little ability to handle an academic program. "

"A little ability is better than none," I said. No one said anything so I figured it probably wasn't the right. time to try to cheer Clyde up. I knew all about his switching from a commercial program to an academic program, but I really hadn't thought he'd have any trouble.

"I saw the grade adviser today. He said I should switch back to the commercial program. " Clyde looked like he'd start crying any minute. His eyes were red and his voice was shaky. "He said that I had to take mathematics over and if I failed again or failed another required subject 1 couldn't graduate. The way it is now I'm going to have to finish up in the summer because I switched over. " "I think you can pass it if you really want to," Kitty said. Clyde's sister was so pretty I couldn't even look at her. If I did, I started feeling funny and couldn't talk right. Sometimes I daydreamed about marrying her.

Just then Clyde's mother came in and he gave a quick look at Kitty. "Hi, young ladies and young gentlemen. " Mrs. Jones was a kind of heavy woman but she was pretty, too. You could tell she was Kitty's mother if you looked close. She put her packagege down and started taking things out. "I heard you pcople talking whcas I first came in. By the way you hushed up I guess you don't want me to hear what you were talking about. I'll be out of your way in a minute, soon as I put the frozen foods in the refrigerator. "

"I got my report card today," Clyde said. His mother stopped taking the food out and turned toward us. Clyde pushed the report card about two inches toward her. She really didn't even have to look at the card to know that it was bad. She could have told that just by looking at Clyde. But she picked it up and looked' at it a long time. First she looked at one side and then the other and then back at t.he first side again.

"What they say around the school?" she asked, still looking at the card. "They said I should drop the academic course and go back to the other one. " I could hardly hear Clyde , he spoke so low. "Well, what are you going to do, young man She looked u at Clyde and Clyde looked up at her and there were tears in his eyes and I almost started crying. I can't stand to see my friends cry. "What are you going to do, Mr. Jones?"

"I'm -I'm going to keep the academic course," Clyde said. "You think it's going to be any easier this time?" Mrs.Jones asked. "No. " "Things ain't always easy. Lord knows that things ain't always easy. " For a minute there was a faraway look in her eyes, but then her face turned into a big smile. "You're just like your father, boy. That man never would give up on anything he really wanted. Did I ever tell you the time he was trying to learn to play the trombone?"

"No. "Clyde still had tears in his eyes but he was smiling, too. Suddenly everybody was happy. It was like seeing a rainbow when it was still raining.

Lesson 35

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A Proud Linguist Once upon a time there was an Austrian emperor who made it a rule to interview every one of his soldiers once a year. During the interviews he invariably asked three questions- "How old are'you?", "How long have you been in my army?" and "Are you satisfied with your pay and the food you get?" -in that order.

One year, the day before the imperial interviews, a Frenchman got himself enlisted in the Austrian army. Since he knew no German he was on tenterhooks. Now there was an old soldier in his unit who knew a little French and was anxious to help. In fact he knew just about enough French to be able to teach his young friend the shortest possible answers, in the proper order , to the imperial questions.

The day arrived with all the sound and colour that befitted it. The Emperor in all his splendour was seated on the throne, his entourage attending respectfully in. the background. The soldiers filed past him, each taking barely half a minute during which time the questions were asked and the answers reverently provided.

When the Frenchman's turn came, far from being nerous he was sure of himself, havi.ng recited the answers, in the proper order, he did not know how many times. The Emperor looked at him long and hard and suddenly took it into his head that he had seen the young man somewhere before. He began, a little out of the usual order, with the second question;

"How long have you been in my army ?" "Twenty-one years , " replied the Frenchman , not without some pride in his ability to learn a foreign language so quickly and so well. The monarch was surprised, for the young man did not look very much older than that , but he went on to ask: "Then how old are you?" "One day," came the answer. That was too much for the Emperor, who sat back and muttered . "Well , well. That beats me. It seems either you're mad or I am. " Positive that that was the last of the imperial questions, the proud linguist stepped forward and with a smile said: "Both, your majesty. "

Text B

What Am I Going to Do?

Mr Davidson is standing outside his house. He has forgotten to bring his key with him. Henry Black and John Field walk past and they say "Hello" to Mr Davidson. MR DAvIDSON: Hello, boys. Can you help me? I've forgotten my key and I can't get in. JOHN AND HENRY: We'll try our best , Mr Davidson. MR DAVIDSON: You're both taller than me, aren't you? JoHN: Yes , I'm over five foot ten. I'm the tallest of the three of us. HENRY: But I'm almost as tall as John. MR DAVIDSON: Can you climb on John's shoulders and reach that window? HENRY: All right. (He climbs on John's shoulders. ) What shall I do now? MR DAVIDSON: Open the window, please, and climb through it into the house. HENRY: Oh dear , I can't move it . It's fastened in side. MR DAVIDSON: Can you break the window? JoHN: Look ! There's a policeman ! He's coming towards us.

Question on Text B 7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Adventure at Midnight Long ago there 1 ived two brothers who were very poor. They lived in tiny huts at opposite sides of their large wheat field. At the end of each summer, when harvest time came, the brothers divided the grain they had grown into two equal parts. Some of it they took to be milled into flour, from which they baked bread. The rest was sold for money, with which they bought shoes, clothing, and tools. Although they toiled from sunup to sundown, six days a week, they hardly had enough to eat. In spite of this, they were happy because of their great love for one another.

But one year, Sirnon, the younger brother. felt a great sadness. His wife said, "Tell me what is making you so blue? You no longer sing while you work, and the twinkle is gone from your eye. "

"You are right , dear wife. I am worried about my older brother , Ruben. He is alone in the world, with neither wife nor children. Who will care for him when he gets old and can no longer work? If only he had some money to save for his old age! It isn't fair that we share the harvest equally. But he is proud and will not accept gifts from me. What shall I do?" "Would you take food from your own children? " She asked in astonishment. "There is nothing you can do, "'she said. "So forget it. "

Simon knew that his wife was right , but he was determined to help Ruben, come what might. Meanwhile, Ruben was sitting under a tree, thinking deeply. When he noticed a bird on the way to its winter home, he said, that bird and I are fortunate because we are free. Neither of us has a wife and children always needing to be fed. But my poor brother, Simon, is burdened with a family.

"Itisn't fair that we share the harvest equally. Surely he deserves more than I! But he is very proud and will not accept gifts from me. What can I do? In several days we'll take our harvest to town. If I don't think of a plan soon, it will be too late. " That night. when the moon was high in the sky, Ruben went quietly to his barn where he filled a sack with wheat'?and put in on his shoulder. Then he crossed the empty field to his brother's hut and secretly placed his wheat with Simon's. "Ah." he said when he had finished, "this is better. Now my dear younger brother will have more than I. "

Ruben went happily back to his hut and slept soundly for the first time in wceks. An hour later, Simon woke up with a start. He had dreamed of a marvelous plan. He crept out of bed, got dressed, and went to his barn. Filling a sack with wheat., walking across the field to Ruben's hut, and placing it there took very little time. Before long, he was back in bed, pulling up the covers. "Now I can sleep peacefully," he thought, "because Ruben will have a little extra to save for his old age. "

The next morning Ruhen and Simon were amazed. How could this be? 'hheir piles were equal, yet each knew he had secretly given wheat to his brother. Something must have gone wrong. So that night Ruben waited until midnight, when he again took Simon some of his grain. "There! Now I am fully awake and I'm sure I put it on his pile. Tomorrow mine will be smaller and his larger, as it should be. "

A short time later, Simon did the same. He, too, was sure that all would be well this time. But when day dawned, each brother saw that his share was exactly half the harvest. Ruben and Simon were desperate. Tomorrow they were to go to town to sell their grain. Tonight was their last chance.

Midnight came again. But this time Ruben and Simon chose the same moment to carry out their mission of brotherly love. Each placed a sack of wheat on his shoulders and began to walk across the field. Halfway across they met. "Ruben! What are you doing out so late at night?" cried Simon in dismay. He tried to hide his sack. Startled, Ruben dropped his bundle. Then he saw Simon's sack and they both began to laugh. When they finished laughing, they hugged each other tightly. Their hearts were full of love for each other and they were content.

Lesson 36

Text A

Three Wishes Once upon a time , there lived a woodman and his wife. They were very poor, and they lived in a cottage on the edge of a forest. Every day, the woodman would set out early in the, morning to chop down trees. .

As the woodman was travelling through the forest one day, he saw a fine old oak tree. "That will make plenty of planks," he thought, as he felt the blade of his axe to make sure it was sharp. He was about to strike the tree with the axe , when he heard someone crying out: "Please don't hurt this tree. "

The woodman looked around him and saw a tiny fairy. "If you do not hurt this tree , " she said , "I will grant you and yotar wife three wishes. " "I won't hurt the tree," said the woodman kindly. Then the fairy vanished ! That evening, the woodman walked slowly home. He was feeling very hungry and could not wait for his supper.

"Is my supper ready?" the woodman asked his wife. "Not for at least two hours, replied his wife. So the woodman sat in a chair by the fire. "I wish I had a big black sausage to eat right now," he said out loud. And suddenly, a delicious sausage appeared on the table before himt "Why has that black sausage suddenly appeared?" the woodman's wife asked.

So the woodman told his wife the story about the fairy. But his wife was very angry. "You have wasted the first of our wishes," she said crossly. "I wish that sausage were on your nose !" And with that, the sausage jumped up and stuck fast on the woodman's nose. His wife could not pull it off and nor could he, so the only thing to do was to w.ish it on the table again, which the woodman did. What a waste of three wishes! The only thing the woodman had was a good supper of black sausage.

Text B

They Threatened Me With a Knife POLICE INSPECTOR: Good evening , sir. I understand that you have been robbed.

MR LEE: I certainly have. P. L: When did this happen? MR LEE: About two hours ago. P. L: Why didn't you report it before? MR LEE: I couldn't. I was bound and gagged. P. L: Please tell me exactly what happened MR LEE: I was sitting in this room watching television when someone knocked on the door. Without thinking, I opened it. P. L: That wasn't very wise , sir. MR LEE: I know. I was expecting my wife, you see, and thought it was her. P.L: You should never open a door without looking to see who it is. MR LEE: Yes , I know. I regret it very much. P.L: What happened? MR LEE: Two men pushed into the flat. One of them threatened me with a knife while the other bound and gagged me. P.L: Did you get a good look at them? MR LEE: I'm afraid not. They were both wearing stockings over their faces. P.L: What did they take? MR LEE: My wallet, with $200 in it, my wristwatch. some of my wife's jewellery from our bedroom, and a silver photoframe. P. L: They don't seem to have done much damage to the flat. MR LEE: No. They had just begun to search when the dogs next door began to bark. They ran off then leaving me bound and gagged. It was some time before my wife returned and released me. I phoned the police at once. P.L: My men began searching the area as soon as we received your call. I can't promise you that we'll recover your property but we'll certainly do our best.

Question on Text B

7 . Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Now I know why birds sit on telephone lines. They listen. I am either nine or ten years old. At the orphanage they call me Miguel. When I want to feel improtant, I say, "Call me Don Miguel. " I used to act important all the time because 1 felt I wasn't.

Back then, no one liked me very much because I didn't like other peo But last year, I began to learn two important things: I was learning to see, not just look. And I was learning to listen, not just hear. I used to lie in the dark and make up relatives that I didn't have. My favorite relative was a nice old man who spoke Spanish, like me.

One day a man came to see me. He said he was my uncle. "I don't have an uncle," I said. "Now you do , " he said. He was an old man who liked children. He had a boy once who went to Korea. His daughter moved to the City. He said the City can be a difficult place in which to live. He taught me how to see and listen. I don't know if he is my uncle or not; neither did he, but he came to see me often. I guess if you act like an uncle all the time, you are one.

I was not a good student before my uncle came along. He took me walking in the fields. At one point he spread his arms and said. "It is all here. " "What?" I said. "Everything you need to know," he replied.

At first it appeared to be nothing more than just a few trees. I thought I was nowhere. Then he had me close n-.y eyes. First I heard the breeze in the grass, then in the trees. I also heard a faraway train and a barking dog. For a while I heard nothing. I was almost scared. He said to listen harder. I heard my heart beat. beause I used to be so sad, I had almost forgotten that I had a heart.

Once I asked him who he was. "An experiment , " he said. "What kind of an experiment?" I said. He grinned and said, "Nobody knows. Like you, there is no one in the world like me. So who is to say what I will be. "

One day in the field he showed me the way the breeze made the trees move. The rustling of the leaves made a sound that frightened a nearby bird. It flew away. We watched the bird drop an acorn. "The bird , " he said , "cari make a seed move. From that seed the oak can grow fifty feet tall. It will be a friend to those who want one. "

I always knew that trees were there, but I never knew they were real like me. One Sunday I was angry. When my uncle came , I said : "I don't have anything. I wish I had something. " "You have everything worth having," he said. "And I will give you even more. I will give some secrets of the Universe. Do you believe me?" "Yes," I said, wanting to believe him.

He gave me three small seeds. "Put each seed into a small box filled with dirt. Then care for them. Talk to them if you wish. They will grow with you. " Now they are in larger boxes. One of t.he plants has grown up to my knee. I sometimes wonder what else it is up to.

Another time we were walking in the field when we saw two birds on a telephone line. They seemed so peaceful. Then suddenly they flew away. My uncle just laughed. "See," he said."Someone said something they didn't like.& careful what you tell the birds." One night I passed by the office of the orphanage. A man I don't iike very much was on the phone. He was angry and loud.

When he'left, I went into the office and picked up the phone. I heard the funniest sound. "Listen," I said. "Listen, liirds. Come on back, never mind what he says. We like you. " One day-Unele did not come: I waited and waited but he did not come. The man I don't like at the orphanage said Uncle was sick.

"May I go and see him?" I asked. "No," he said. "He may be contagious. " "May I call him?" "No, " he said. "I'll call him for you. " "Don't do that," I said. "Why not?" . "You'll make the birds fly away. " I sneaked into the office one night and called Uncle. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Yes, but I must go away. " "Why?" "To make room for something else. " "Will you come back?" "I will help you remember me, if you want me to. " "I do. . . . Ido. . . ." When I went to bed at night, I would try to imagine that he was there. He was harder and harder to see. One night, he was not there at all. There was only a grcen ficld.

I went back to our field. It was raining. T'he sky was dark, the way I was inside. I looked for Uricle everywhere. I called his name. I was angry for a while. I said some things out loud that I shouldn't have said. Two birds flew out of the trec.I made them get wet. On the way back, I saw something that was only an inch or two tall. It was where that hird dropped the acorn. I didn't tell anybody, but I knew. Someday Uncle will be fifty feet tall.

Lesson 37

Text A

Do You Know Who I Am? Mr Smith is well known in Washington because of his many social blunders. He alwavs likes to attend the various social functions because he wants to expand his circle of friend. Whenever he is invited , he goes , unless he is ill.

Recently he received an invitation to a fashionable banquet. Although he did not know the hostess, he accepted the invitation. He was secretly very pleased, because he felt that his reputation as a desirable guest was growing. When he arrived. at the banquet hall, he found that about one hundred people had been invited. He began to move around the hall. He spoke to other guests whether he knew them or not. He soon realized that he had never met any of the other people present, although they seemed to know each other.

At dinner, he was seated beside a very dignified woman. The woman tried to be friendly even though she had never met Mr Smith before. She spoke politely, whenever he spoke to her. Between the first and second course of the meal , she turned to Mr Smith and said, "Do you see that gray-haired man at the end of the table? The one with the glasses. "

"Ah, yes. Who is he?" asked Mr Smith. "He's the Secretary of the Interior!" she replied. Mr Smith said: "So that's the Secretary of the Interior! I'm afraid that I find very little to admire about him, although he is the Secretary. " The woman stiffened and did not reply. Smith continued in spite of her coldness. "I really can't see how he received his appointment, unless he is perhaps a relative of the President. "

"It hardly matters whether you like the Secretary of not," she said. "He was chosen because the President thought he was the man for the job If he does the job well, you should have no complairit. " "That's just it,"persisted Smith. "No one does the things he does , unless he is a complete fool ! "

"Sir! "said the woman in all her dignity. "Do you know who I am?" "No," replied Smith. "I am the Secretary's wife, "she said coldly. Mr Smith was flabbergasted, but he went on in spite of his eMBArrassment. "Madam, do you know who I am?" "No, I don't," the woman replied. "Thank goodness! "exclaimed Mr Smith, as he quickly left the table.

Text B

Hands Up!

This was the conversation in the expensive shop in London. A man and a woman walked in and . . . SALESMAN: Can I help you? WOMAN: Yes , we're looking for a watch. It's for me. SALESMAN: I see. What price are you interested in? MAN: The price doesn't matter. But it must be a gold watch. WOMAN: And automatic. I must have an automatic watch ! SALESMAN: Hmm... something like this, perhaps. It's one of our best watches. Made in Switzerland. Fully automatic. With a calendar and... MAN: It's nice .. . but haven't you got anything better? SALESMAN: Better? Better than this? Well , we have some Orly de luxe watches... probably the best watch in the world. But I'm afraid they're far more expensive than this one. They cost. . . MAN: Would you show us one, please? WOMAAN: Yes , could we see one of them . please? SALESMAN: They're in the managcr's office. You sce, we don't. . . MAN: Could you possibly get onc or two of them now? SAI.EsMAN: Er. . . yes , of course. Would you wait here for a moment. Please? (He goes to the manager'sd knocks on the door. ) MANAGEK: Come in. SALESMAN: Mr Crawford, I have two customers who.. WOMAN: All right ! Hands up ! Stand over there ! MANAGER/ SALEsMAN: What in the world. . . MAN: Shut up! And open that safe ! Come on! Open it ! MANAGER: I. . . I can't open it. MAN: What do you mean? You must open it. MANAGER: You told. me to. put my hands up. How can I open the safe with my hands up?

Question on Text B

7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.

Henry D. Penrose was a dog with a pedigree. He lived in a fine stone house with white marble steps and red velvet drapes on every window. His owner, Professor Randolph Penrose, was quite rich. Each morning Henry was driven to Obedience School in a long black limousine. "

Each afternoon he was fed two grilled lamb chops for lunch. Each evening he fell asleep in his fur-lined basket in front of the fire- place. On Saturdays he was groomed at Miss Fifi's Shop. And on Sundays he accompanied the professor to the park, where a classical orchestra played soothing music and the grass was cool and fragrant.

Professor Penrose would stroke Henry's shiny coat and say, "You have the life, Henry my boy!" And Henry certainly had to agree. Then one day it all changed. Just. Like. That. professor Penrose received a telegram offering him a chance to dig for dinosaur bones in Idaho. For one entire year. There was only one problem. The telegram stated quite firmly in the largest letters possible: NO PETS ALLOWED!

The cook, Mrs Washburn, agreed to take Henry to her home until the professor returned. Professor Penrose hated to send Henry to live on the other side of the city. There were no marble steps or red velvet drapes on Mrs Washburn's property. But Henry was buttoned into his red plaid coat and driven to the Washburn residence. Henry stepped out of the limousine. He was so shocked that his ears stuck out like two car doors.

Such an untidy home he had never seen. It was all he could do to maintain a sense of dignity. He was picking his way through the toys on the muddy front steps when a tumble of children spilled onto the porch, scooped him up, and before you could say"One-two"Henry was deposited in a sea of soap bubbles in the Washburn bathtub. Each time he tried to jump out, little hands pushed him back in. "Don't be too rough, children," said Mrs Washburn. "Henry isn't used to such fun. "

Dinner that evening was a big steamy ham bone. Bits of cabbage fell from it as one of the children tossed it from the pot to Henry. What! thought Henry. No plate? He wondered if he'd ever see a grilled lamb chop again. By bedtime, Henry was exhausted. His fur-lined basket had been left behind. Where would he sleep?

Just then two of the children carried him off to a room with three bunk beds. "Henry's sleeping with me ! " announced one child , pulling him to one bunk. "Oh no! Henry's sleeping with me!" protested another, yanking him toward another bunk. A third child elbowed his way in, and Henry flopped to the floor.

Before he could crawl under one of the beds, a pillow fight broke out. Thwack! A pillow smacked into Henry's face. He barked. Loud! Mrs Washburn came scurrying down the hallway. The children scattered into their beds. "Why, Henry!" scolded Mrs Washburn. "You never barked like that before! Quiet down, or the children will never get to sleep!"

On Sunday there was no park or classical orchestra. No cool and fragrant grass. Just the Washburn's backyard with its dandelion clumps and creaky swings and a fort made out of empty cardboard boxes. The children wrestled with Henry. They scratched his ears and tied an old red Christmas ribbon around his neck. They tried to make him chase the cat next door. Baby Washburn even kissed him-a big, sloppy, wet, strawberry-lollipop kiss , right on the nose.

Later, when Baby toppled over onto Henry's tail, they both cried: " "Yeeeeooooooow ! Mrs Washburn poked her head out of the back door. "Don't hurt Baby, Henry. " Days, weeks, months passed. Henry learned to put up with pillow fights and strawberry kisses. He learned to ignore the neighbour's cat and to wriggle Christmas ribbons off his neck. He even learned to eat steamy ham bones.

And then one day everything changed. Just. Like. That. Professor Penrose returned. , The long black limousine came to take Henry back to the professor's fine stone house. The Washburn children gathered on their front porch. Tears streamed down their cheeks. "Good-bye, Henry," they sniffled sadly. "Good-bye!"

That evening, after being groomed by Miss Fifi (who kept sighing over the tangles in his coat) and after being fed two plump, perfectly grilled lamb chops (in his own monogrammed dish), Henry climbed into his furlined basket in front of the fireplace. He yawned. He laid his head on his front paws. He closed his eyes. But he did not go to sleep.

Something was wrong. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful. Henry climbed out of his basket. He nudged open the front door and headed down the road to the Washburn house. At first he walked properly, as he had been taught. Then he ran. When he arrived, he scratched at the door.

Mrs Washburn opened it. "Why, it's you, Henry. Welcome home!" Henry dashed up the stairs and into the children's bedroom. It was dark. Thwack! A pillow smacked into his face. Henry ducked under one of the beds. He smelled the faint scent of strawberry, and as he drifted off to sleep, he was thinking to himself; You have the life, Henry my boy. You have the life.