The last tea summary
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1. Now that smoking is considered to be very dangerous to the health, it is especially difficult for children to buy cigarettes or tobacco. Our tobacconist, Mr. Soames, has always been very careful about this. If his customers are very young, he always ask them whom the cigarettes are for.
One day, a little girl whom he had never seen before walked boldly into his shop and demanded twenty cigarettes. She had the exact amount of money in her hand and seemed very sure of herself. Mr Soames was so surprised by her confident manner that he forgot to ask his usual question. Instead, he asked her what kind of cigarettes shen wnated. The girl replied promptly and handed him the money. While he was giving her the cigarettes., Mr Soames said laughingly that as she was so young she sould hide the packet in her pocket in case a policeman saw it.
However,the little girl did not seem to find this very funny. Without even smiling she tool the packet and walked towards the door. Suddenly she stopped, turned round, and looked steadily at Mr Soames. There was a moment´s deathly silence and the tobacconist wondered what she was going to say. All at once, in a clear, solemn voice, the girl declared, "My dad is a policeman," and with that she walked quickly out of the shhe...
2As one approaches some crossroads, one comes to a sign which says that drivers have to stop when they come to the main road ahead. At other cross- roads, drivers have to go slow, but they do not actually have to stop (unless, of course, there ir something coming along the main road); and at still others, they do not have either to stop or to go slow, because they are themselves on the main road.
Mr Williams, who was always a very careful driver, was dribing home from work one evening when he came to a crossroads. It had a "Slow, sign, so he slowed down when he came to the main road, looked both ways to see that nothing was coming, and then drove across without stopping completely.
At once he heard a police whistle, so he pulled in to the side of the road and stopped. A policeman walked over to him with a notebook and pencil in his hand and said, "You didn´t stop at thar crossing".
But the sign there doesn´t say "Stop">, andwered Mr Williams. "It just says "Slow", and I did go slow<<2.
The policeman looked around himb, and a look of surpirse came over his face. Then he put his notebook and pencil away, seratched his head anda said, "Well, I´ll be blowed! I am in the wrong street!"
3.One day Mr and Mrs Brown went up to London to do some shopping. They had a busy day, though in the end they did not but very much and by about four o´clock they were both looking forward to having a cup of tea. They found a restaurant but, just before they went in, Mrs Brown remenbered that she had to buy some medicine for their son; who had a bad cough.
While she was in the chemist´s, her husband noticed a bookshop on the other side of the street. He went across to have a look, in the window and saw a copy of a novel written by an author who was famous in the last century. He had always been especially interested in this writer, so he went in and bought the book. His wife was waiting for him when he came out. He showed her the book, His wife was waiting for him when he came out. He showed her the book, but she did not look at all pleased: she always used to say that the old books he bought made her house look dirty.
after they had had teir cup of tea, they caught the train back to the seaside town where they lived. Much to their surprise, an ex-neighbour of theirs, whom they had not seen for years, got into the same compartment. They were both pleases to see him, after all these years, but, as they soon remembered, he was a great talker. If he got the opportunity, he would talk for hours. However, he happenend to notice the book which Mr Brown had bought and he picked it up to examine the title.
He opened the book and as he did so, his eyes lit up. He asked Mr Brown how much he dad paid for it. Mrs Brown told him: only a few shillings. The man said he was very lucky: the book was a rare edition and was worth several pounds.