Billin Victor's house and hesitting down. Heleaning back and he has put his feetthe table. Billvery rude. VICTOR: Would you mind° taking your feet off the table, Bill?
BILL: Not at all. Butwas very comfortable.
VICTOR: Do you put your feetyour own table?
BILL: No,never do that.
VICTOR: Why not?
BILL: don't wantmark my table,course.
VICTOR: Well, will you please avoid marking mine?
BILL: I'm sorry.thought you were goingbuy a new table soon.
VICTOR: hopebuy a new table, buthavesell 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.
The Phone Rang Again Mrs Moore had worked hard all day at the office, and she was looking forwarda relaxing evening at home. Just as she walkedthe door, the telephone beganring. She dashedanswer the phone and found that the caller was a man tryingsell her some light bulbs. She refused and hung up the phone. She smelled dinner cooking and went insee how her children were getting along with the meal. Everything was ready except setting the table, so Mrs Moore went upstairschange clothes. Just as she reached the headthe 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 downstairseat. During dinner, the phone rang twice. Her sister calledask about the familyzs, and a group wanted herdo some volunteer work. She and the children finished dinner and began cleaning up the kitchen. The phone rang again. The neighbours wantedborrow the garden hose.°. After the kitchen was cleaned . Mrs Moore sat down with a sighread while the children did their homework. The phone rang again. Without even answering it, Mrs Moore calledher children, "Get ready, we're all goinga movie. " "Great! But why?" "It seems that's the only way we can get away from this telephone. "
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the storyyour partner.
Billy's motorcycle shonethe afternoon sun and caught Billy's reflectionthe fender. He had worked all summersave enough money for this ?bike andwas his -all his. He strappedhis helmet, slid the new black leather gloves over his hands, then threw one leg over the vinyl seat. There was a roarthe engine as he kickedinto motion, and suddenly there he was, speeding down the streethis 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 someonehave his very own motorcycle. It didn't seem fair that Billy had a bike and Tommy didn't. So Tommy satthe 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 handlebarspullfrom under the bushes. When he retracted his hand, there was a familiar sticky substancehis fingers. Tasting the brown sweetness, Billy smiled secretlyhimself. He knew he had discovered who had taken his motorcycle for a spin.