Read the following extract and extend it by adding an imaginary paragraph of your own in about 120 words
Then two little boys came out of the garden; one of them had a large sharp knife, like that with which the girl had cut the tulips. They came straight towards the little daisy, which could
not understand what they wanted.
"Here is a fine piece of turf for the lark," said one of the boys, and began to cut out a square round the daisy, so that it remained in the centre of the grass.
"Pluck the flower off said the other boy, and the daisy trembled for fear, for to be pulled off meant death to it; and it wished so much to live, as it was to go with the square of turf into the poor captive lark's cage.
"No let it stay," said the other boy," it looks so pretty."
And so it stayed, and was brought into the lark's cage.
Read the following extract and convert it into a dialogue between Mrs Green and the mother in about 120 words :
[You may begin with: Mrs Green: May I come in .... ]
"May I come in?" asked the pink lady.
"Please come in," said my mother. "Do sit down. Do
you require a room'?"
"Not today, thank you. I'm staying with Padre Dutt.
He insisted on putting me up. But I may want a room for a day or two -.lust for old time's sake."
"You've stayed here before."
"A long time ago. I'm Mrs Green, you know. The missing Mrs Green. The one for whom you put up that handsome tombstone in the cemetery. I was very touched by it. And I'm glad you didn't add 'Beloved Wife of Henry t'reen', because I didn't love him any more than he loved me."
"Then - then you aren't the skeleton?" stammered my mother.
"Do I look like a skeleton?"
"No!" we said together ..
"But we heard you disappeared." I said, "and when we found
"You put two and two together."
"Well, it was Miss Kellner who convinced us," said my mother. "And you did disappear mysteriously. You were missing for years. And everyone knew Mr Green was a philanderer"
"Couldn't wait to get away from him," said the pink lady. "Couldn't stand him anymore. Ile was a lady-killer, but not a real killer.'
"But your father came looking for you. Didn't you get in touch with him'"'
"My father and I were never very close. Mother died when I was very young, and the only relative I had was a cousin in West Africa. So that's where I went- Sierra Leone!"
"How romantic!" said my mother.
Read the following extract and extend it by adding an imaginary paragraph of your own in about 120 words :
“But your father came looking for you. Didn’t you get in touch with him?” said my mother.
Read the following extract and convert it into a dialogue between Roma and Herman, the narrator in about 8 to 10 sentences:
[You may begin with: (After dinner by the shore at Coney Island Roma and Herman started back by Sid's car.)
Roma: Where were you during the war, Herman?]
The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.
We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject. "Where were you during the war?'' she asked softly.
'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
She nodded. "My family was hiding on a farm in Germany,
not far from Berlin," she told me. "My father knew a priest, and
he got us Aryan papers."
I imagined how she must have suffered too, tear, a constant
companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
"There was a camp next' to the farm." Roma continued, "I
saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day".