LESSON TWENTY-FIVE (THE TWENTY-FIFTH LESSON)
Text: Post'Haste (alter Colin Howard) Grammar: Revision.
POST HASTE1 (after Colin Howard)
“I say, I’m pleased to see you,” said the little man standing by the letter-box.
“Oh, hallo,” I said, stopping. "Simpson, isn’t it?”
The Simpsons were newcomers to the town, and my wife and I had only met them once or twice.
“Yes, that’s right,” answered Simpson.
"I wonder if you could lend me some money”. I put my hand into my'pocket. “You see,” he continued, “my wife gave me a letter to post, and I’ve just noticed it isn’t stamped. It must go tonight — it rfeally must! And I don’t think the post-office will be open at this time of night, do .you?”
It was about eleven o’clock apd I agreed that it wouldn’t.
“I thought, you see, I’d get stamps out of the machine,” explained Simpson, “only I find I have no small change about me.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I haven’t either,” I said.
“Oh, dear, dear,”2 he said.
"Maybe somebody else has,” I said.
“There ins’t anyone else”.
We both looked up and down the street, but there was nobody to be seen.
“Yes, well,” I said, intending to move off. But he looked so unhappy standing there with the blue unstamped enve lope, that I really couldn’t leave him alone.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, “You’d better walk along with me to my place — it’s only a few streets off — and I’ll try to find some change for you there.”