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
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
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