Football or Polo?

  

The Wayle is a small river that cuts across the park near my home. I like sitting by the Wayle on fine afternoons. It was warm last Sunday, so I went and sat on the river bank as usual. Some children were playing games on the bank and there were some people rowing on the river. Suddenly, one of the children kicked a ball very hard and it went towards a passing boat. Some people on the bank called out to the man in the boat, but he did not hear them. The ball struck him so hard that he nearly fell into the water. I turned to look at the children, but there weren't any in sight: they had all run away! The man laughed when he realized what had happened. He called out to the children and threw the ball back to the bank.

Percy Buttons

I have just moved to a house in Bridge Sreet. Yesterday a beggar knocked at my door. He asked me for a meal and a glass of bear. In return for this, the beggar stood on his head and sang songs. I gave him a meal. He ate the food and drank the beer. Then he put a piece of cheese in his pocket and went away. Later a neighbour told me about him. His name is Percy Buttons. He calls at every house in the street once a month and always asks for a meal and a glass of beer.

Comprehension Precis and Composition

Answer these question in not more than 55 words.

1. Has the writer just moved to a house in Bridge Street or not?
2. Who knocked at her door yesterday?
3. Did he sing songs, or did he ask for money?
4. What did the writer give him in return for this?
5. What is the beggar's ame?
6. Does he call at every house once a week or once a month?
   

Sticky Fingers

 After breakfast, I sent the children to school and then I went to market. It was still early when I returned home. The children were at school, my husband was at work and the house was quiet. So I decided to make some tarts for tea. In a short time I was busy mixing butter and flour myhands were soon covered with sticky pastry. At exactly that momment, the thelephone rang. Nothing could have been more annoying. I picked up the receiver between two sticky fingers and was dismayed when I recognized the voice of Mrs Bates. It took me ten minutes to persuade her to ring back later. At last I hung up the receiver. What a mess! There was pastry on my fingers, on the thelephone, and on the door-knobs. I had no sooner got back to the kitchen than the door-bell rang
loud enough to wake the dead. This time it was the postman and he wanted me to sign for a registered letter!