Mary was an English girl, but she lived in Rome. She was six years old. Last year her mother said to her, ‘You’re six years old now, Mary, and you’re going to begin going to a school here. You’re going to like it very much, because it’s a nice school.’
‘Is it an English school?’ Mary asked.
‘Yes, it is,’ her mother said
Mary went to the school, and enjoyed her lessons. Her mother always took her to school in the morning and brought her home in the afternoon. Last Monday her mother went to the school at 4 o’clock, and Mary ran out of her class.
‘We’ve got a new girl in our class today, Mummy,’ she said. ‘She’s six years old too, and she’s very nice, but she isn’t English. She’s German.’
‘Does she speak English?’ Mary’s mother asked.
‘No, but she laughs in English,’ Mary said happily.
مری پرسید : آنجا یک مدرسه انگلیسی است؟
مادرش جواب داد : بله، همینطوره.
مری به مدرسه رفت و از درس خیلی خوشش آمد. مادرش همیشه صبح او را به مدرسه می برد و بعد از ظهر به خانه می آورد. دوشنبه گذشته هنگامی که مادرش ساعت ۴ به مدرسه رفت، مری از کلاسش بیرون دوید.
مری گفت : مامان، ما امروز یک شاگرد جدید داریم. او هم شش ساله است و خیلی زیباست اما انگلیسی نیست. او آلمانی است.
مادر مری پرسید : انگلیسی صحبت می کند؟
مری با خوشحالی جواب داد : نه، اما به انگلیسی می خندد.
Mrs Jones did not have a husband, but she had two sons. They were big, strong boys, but they were lazy. On Saturdays they did not go to school, and then their mother always said, ‘Please cut the grass in the garden this afternoon, boys.’ The boys did not like it, but they always did it.
Then somebody gave one of the boys a magazine, and he saw a picture of a beautiful lawn-mower in it. There was a seat on it, and there was a woman on the seat.
The boy took the picture to his mother and brother and said to them, ‘Look, that woman’s sitting on the lawn-mower and driving it and cutting the grass. We want one of those.’
‘One of those lawn-mowers?’ his mother asked.
‘No,’ the boy said. ‘We want one of those women. Then she can cut the grass every week.’
One of Harry's feet was bigger than the other. “I can never find boots and shoes for my feet,” he said to his friend Dick.
“Why don't you go to a shoemaker?” Dick said. “A good one can make you the right shoes.”
“I've never been to a shoemaker,” Harry said. “Aren't they very expensive?”
“No,” Dick said, “some of them aren't. There's a good one in our village, and he's quite cheap. Here's his address.” He wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Harry.
Harry went to the shoemaker in Dick's village a few days later, and the shoemaker made him some shoes.
Harry went to the shop again a week later and looked at the shoes. Then he said to the shoemaker angrily, “You're a silly man! I said, “Make one shoe bigger than the other,” but you've made one smaller than the other!”
یکی از پاهای هری از آن یکی بزرگتر بود. او به یکی از دوستانش بنام دیک گفت : من اصلا نمی توانم کفشی با پوتینی اندازه پایم پیدا کنم.
دیک گفت : چرا پیش یک کفشدوز نمیروی؟ یک کفش دوز خوب کفشی اندازه پاهایت می دوزد.
هری گفت : من تا به حال به کفش دوز مراجعه نکردهام. خیلی گران نمی گیرد؟
دیک گفت : نه. بعضی از آنها گران نمی گیرند. یک کفش دوز خوب و نسبتا ارزان در روستای ما هست. این هم آدرس اوست. دیک یک چیزهایی روی کاغذ نوشت و به هری داد. چند روز بعد هری به کفش دوزی روستای دیک رفت و کفشی برای او دوخت.
هفته بعد هری دوباره به مغازه رفت و به کفشهایش نگاه کرد. بعد با عصبانیت به کفش دوز گفت : تو احمقی! من گفتم : کفشی بدوز که یک لنگهاش بزرگتر از دیگری باشد اما تو یکی را کوچکتر از دیگری دوختی.