IfDon't Do Anything Else Yesterday morning Paul saidhimself. "I've gotwrite that economics paper today. Ifdon't do anything else, I've gotwrite that paper. " He sat down at his desk and put a sheet.paper into his typewriter. He looked outthe window, ate a piececandy, got upget a drinkwater, brushed his teeth, and sat down at his desk again.
"I haven't written my family since Thanksgiving," he saidhimself. "I'll write them a letter first. " Paul wrote his family a long letter. "My typewriter needs a new ribbon. I've gotchange this ribbon beforewrite 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 backhis desk. He put a sheetpaper into his typewriter . looked outthe wiudow, and looked at his watch. It was noon. "I'll get some lunch now,".he saidhimself. "After lunch I'll write that paper, ifdon't do anything else. "
I'll Find My Way
The dayUncle George's arrivalhere. Everythingready, but Uncle George and his family haven't arrived. Uncle George can't find his waythe Miller home. Mrs Miller gives him specific directionsthe 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 cornerPine 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 northState StreetMain Street. There's a large statue there. Turn left. ContinueGrove Avenue. Turn right. ContinueGrove Avenue Seventh Street.Turn left. We'rethe middlethe block. Can you repeat the directions, George? UNCLE GEORGE: think so.havego northState StreetMain Street.turn left to Grove Avenue.continueGrove Avenue.turn right.continueGrove AvenueSeventh Street.turn left and gothe middlethe block. MRs MILLER: That's it. I'll see you soon, George. Mary,the table set? MARY: Yes, Mother. Come and look. MRs MILLER: It looks very pretty. Thank you, Mary.
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the storyyour partner.
A Breakthe Routine Jonathan Rivers lived alonea neat, two-storey, semi-detached house in Compton Street. Like many bachelors approaching middle age, be was getting rather sethis ways. He caught the same trainLondon every morning, ate his lunchthe same crowded restaurant near the office where he worked and always came homethe 6. 00 train. People were so usedseeing Jonathan set off at a quarter past eight, dresseda. sjmple dark suit. wearing a black bowler hat and carrying a rolled umbrellahis arm, that they said you didn't needwear a watch if you livedCompton Street.
Ever since Jonathan had set up houseCompton Street, he had looked aftervery carefully. He worked hardthe garden every Sunday and set outimpress the neighbours with his flower beds and lawn. Before he left the housethe mornings, he carefully closed all the doors downstairs, opened some windowslet the airand locked the front door. Everything Jonathan did was tidy and systematic.
One summer evening Jonathan returned home as usual at five minutesseven precisely.When he opened the front gate he immediately noticed something strange. There was a heavy footprintthe earthonethe ftower beds. Jonathan was just goingblame the milkman or the postman when he noticed that onethe white lace curtainsthe front room downstairs was outplace. Jonathan never left anything outplace.
He walked upthe front door and openedquietly. He listened carefully for a few moments but could hear nothing. The front-room door was halt-open. Jonathan studiedthoughtfully, wondering if he had forgottenclosethat morning. He had never forgotten before. He stepped silently across the hallthe door and looked inside the room. The shadowa man was clearly reflectedthe far wallthe 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 telephonethe hall and set about calling the police.
The burglar, a tall, thick-set, bearded fellow, triedclimb through a windowget out but )onathan had expected'that. He set about him with his umbrella, usinglike a swoid. Three minutes later the police arrivedthe scene. Jonathan was a little annoyed that he hadhave dinner laterthan usual butthe whole he felt quite pleased with himself.