Lesson22

TextA

IfIDon'tDoAnythingElse

YesterdaymorningPaulsaidtohimself."I'vegottowritethateconomicspapertoday.IfIdon'tdoanythingelse,I'vegottowritethatpaper."

Hesatdownathisdeskandputasheet.ofpaperintohistypewriter.Helookedoutofthewindow,ateapieceofcandy,gotuptogetadrinkofwater,brushedhisteeth,andsatdownathisdeskagain.

"Ihaven'twrittenmyfamilysinceThanksgiving,"hesaidtohimself."I'llwritethemaletterfirst."

Paulwrotehisfamilyalongletter."Mytypewriterneedsanewribbon.I'vegottochangethisribbonbeforeIwritemy

economicspaper."

Theinkfromthetypewriterribbongothishandsverydirty,sohewashedthemandwashedthem.Whilehewaswashinghishands,henoticedthathisfingernailsweremuchtoolong.Hecutthemverycarefullyandthenwentbacktohisdesk.Heputasheetofpaperintohistypewriter.lookedoutofthewiudow,andlookedathiswatch.Itwasnoon.

"I'llgetsomelunchnow,".hesaidtohimself."AfterlunchI'llwritethatpaper,ifIdon'tdoanythingelse."

TextB

I'llFindMyWay

ThedayofUncleGeorge'sarrivalishere.Everythingisready,butUncleGeorgeandhisfamilyhaven'tarrived.UncleGeorgecan'tfindhiswaytotheMillerhome.MrsMillergiveshimspecificdirectionsonthetelephone.

MRSMILI.ER: Pleaseanswerthetelephone,Mary.

MARY: Hello.UncleGeorge?Whereareyou?Waitaminute,please.I'llcallMother.

Mother,it'sUncleGeorge.

MRsMII.I.ER: George,dear.Whereareyou?AtthecornerofPineandState5treet?Wait

there.Michaelcancomeandgetyou.

UNCLEGEORGE: No.It'snotnecessary.Wedrovethecar.Givemethedirections.I'llfindmy

way.

MRSMILLER: GonorthonStateStreettoMainStreet.There'salargestatuethere.Turn

left.ContinuetoGroveAvenue.Turnright.ContinueonGroveAvenueto

SeventhStreet.Turnleft.We'reinthemiddleoftheblock.Canyourepeat

thedirections,George?

UNCLEGEORGE: Ithinkso.IhavetogonorthonStateStreettoMainStreet.Iturnleftto

GroveAvenue.IcontinueonGroveAvenue.Iturnright.IcontinueonGrove

AvenuetoSeventhStreet.Iturnleftandgotothemiddleoftheblock.

MRsMILLER: That'sit.I'llseeyousoon,George.Mary,isthetableset?

MARY: Yes,Mother.Comeandlook.

MRsMILLER: Itlooksverypretty.Thankyou,Mary.

QuestionsonTextB

7.Readthefollowingpassageonce.Underlinethekeywordswhilereading

andretellthestorytoyourpartner.

ABreakintheRoutine

JonathanRiverslivedaloneinaneat,two-storey,semi-detachedhouse

inComptonStreet.Likemanybachelorsapproachingmiddleage,bewasgettingrathersetinhisways.HecaughtthesametraintoLondoneverymorning,atehislunchinthesamecrowdedrestaurantneartheofficewhereheworkedandalwayscamehomeonthe6.00train.PeopleweresousedtoseeingJonathansetoffataquarterpasteight,dressedina.sjmpledarksuit.wearingablackbowlerhatandcarryingarolledumbrellaonhisarm,thattheysaidyoudidn'tneedtowearawatchifyoulivedinComptonStreet.

EversinceJonathanhadsetuphouseinComptonStreet,hehadlookedafteritverycarefully.HeworkedhardinthegardeneverySundayandsetouttoimpresstheneighbourswithhisflowerbedsandlawn.Beforeheleftthehouseinthemornings,hecarefullyclosedallthedoorsdownstairs,openedsomewindowstolettheairinandlockedthefrontdoor.EverythingJonathandidwastidyandsystematic.

OnesummereveningJonathanreturnedhomeasusualatfiveminutestosevenprecisely.Whenheopenedthefrontgateheimmediatelynoticedsomethingstrange.Therewasaheavyfootprintintheearthinoneoftheftowerbeds.Jonathanwasjustgoingtoblamethemilkmanorthepostmanwhenhenoticedthatoneofthewhitelacecurtainsinthefrontroomdownstairswasoutofplace.Jonathanneverleftanythingoutofplace.

Hewalkeduptothefrontdoorandopeneditquietly.Helistenedcarefullyforafewmomentsbutcouldhearnothing.Thefront-roomdoorwashalt-open.Jonathanstudieditthoughtfully,wonderingifhehadforgottentocloseitthatmorning.Hehadneverforgottenbefore.Hesteppedsilentlyacrossthehalltothedoorandlookedinsidetheroom.Theshadowofamanwasclearlyreflectedonthefarwallintheeveningsunlight.HehadobvioaslybeenstandingbehindthedoorsinceJonathan'sreturn.]onathangrabbedthedoor-handle,sla;nmed'thedoorandturnedthekey.Thenhecalmlypickedupthetelephoneinthehallandsetaboutcallingthepolice.

Theburglar,atall,thick-set,beardedfellow,triedtoclimbthroughawindowtogetoutbut)