Prop. UT. Mengain Utes 8.8. Veteriner Fakditesi 42075 Kamps - KONYA _ ++. Collits English Library Level 1 GALER? ERIN. NAZIM ARYILDI2 Karacfil Sokak 5/47, Kuztey Tels 117 40 43 ~ ANKARA aya V2 2, 0449590010 DOR U K KITABEVI fark. : Kenur Sok. 82/4 Tal: 117 67 3) Sub. : Zafer Garsica ia, 13 Tet : 153 43 0) Jane Homeshaw© Jane Homeshaid 1980 Published in Great Britain by ‘William Collins Sons and Co Lid Glasgow G4 ONB- Printed in Great Britain by Martin's of Berwick All rights reserved. No-part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the Publisher, First published in the Collins English Library, 1980 Reprinted: 1982, 1984, 1985, 1987 (twice), 1989, 1990 ISBN 0.00 3701409 Illustrations by Campbell KennedyProf Dr. Memduh GEZICL 5.0. Vateriner Fakiites! 42075 Kampis - KONYA Contents Drive to Drink 7 Paper Money fe 13 | Family Picture 20 | A Word Game 28 |Prof. Dr. Memduk GEZICT 8.0. Veteriner Fakditesi 42075 Kampis - KONYA Drive to Drink It was the end of a bad day for Frankie Cogan. There were a lot of people in the London streets. {t was Friday night and they were all happy. No more work this week and a big football game tomorrow. But Cogan wasn’t happy. . Some of the people looked at him. He was a big man with long, yellow hair. Young, twenty or twenty-one years old, but his clothes were very good. He must be rich... “Look!” they said to their friends. “That's Frankie Cogan!” ' This pleased Cogan at the end of his bad day. He went up to the people and talked to them. He ‘answered their questions. One boy said, “How much do they want, Frankie?” “Don’t you look at TV?” answered an old man. £500! That's a lot of money for one drink! What do you say, Frankie, you old fish!” “Tt wasn’t one drink,” said Cogan. “Twenty-oneperhaps!””, -. “What a man!” they said. The people loved Frankie Cogan. He was like a hot fire on a cold day. Alive and beautiful, Cogan was a big new name in English football. Last year the television people named him ‘Frankie the Fast’ because of his fast right foot. Last year he was very good... ‘ But it wasn’t the same this year. He was still good, but something wast’t right... Cogan liked a drink, Sometimes on Mondays or Tuesdays. Then on Wednesdays and Thursdays. And then, last week, one of the players saw him with a bottle on Saturday afternoon. Because of that, the Football Board wanted to see him. This afternoon he went and talked to the Board. It was a very bad two hours. At the end of that time they said, “You must give us £500, And you must never drink again. One more drink and you can’t play football again!” But now, at the end ofhis black Friday, the people came to him, They loved him, For them, he was ~ still the Number One player. ‘Then a litle girl behind him touched his arm. “My dad says ‘Frankie Cogan’s no good this year!’ ”Cogan wheeled round. Without a word, his right hand landed on the child’s mouth. For a short time he wanted to kill her... “So Frankie has a fast right arm too!” Cogan looked up at the speaker. People backed away from him. A change came over the foot- baller. “What am I doing? I must get away!” With his big arms, he opened a way between the bodies of the people. “Taxil Taxi!” A taxi came up to him and stopped. “Where do you want to go?” Cogan very much wanted a drink. “‘The Dog and Bottle’, Shirley Road, Croydon.’? He had friends there. Cogan put his head back and closed his eyes. What a day! In front of the Board, and then a fight with a Small, child! He must have a drink! But what's this taxi driver going to say about that? Cogan eyed the man behind the wheel. “Do you know me?” The small thin man looked at Cogan’s long hair. “Are you a hairdresser?” Cogan’s face changed. A hairdresser! The man must be wrong in the head! With a red face, Cogan looked through the window. Where were they? This wasn’t the way to Croydon! Yes, there was something wrong with the man! “Where are you taking me? You're going the wrong way! I want to go to Croydon.”“We're going there. I’s OK. T know the way.” (London taxi drivers always know the way: They must learn every street or they can’t begin to drive taxis.) “No,” said Cogan. “You're going the wrong way. You’re taking me the long way round, so you can get a lot of money from me!” The little man in front Stopped the car and looked at Cogan, “Do you know the way?” “Yes, I do.” “Good, then you can tell me,” said the driver, “OK. Go right here, Then: left down Willett Street...” . After half an hour, the driver stopped the taxi again. In the back of the car, Cogan’s face was very red. “Where are we?” Cogan asked. “Don’t you know?” said the driver, “No, do you?” “Yes,” said the driver, “Then please take me to Croydon. I’m sorry...” . “Do you still want to go to ‘The Dog and Bottle’? : It was ten thirty. “Yes, please drive there fast.” 10 peWhen they came into Croydon, it was eleven o’clock and ‘The Dog and Bottle’ wasn’t open. “Oh, I am sorry,” said the taxi driver. “What are you going to do? Are you going to get out here?” “No,” said Cogan. “I can’t get a drink now. Take me home. I want to sleep.” On the way home, the two men said nothing. At the footballer’s house, Cogan gave the small thin man a lot of money. He walked up to his front door, then stopped. He looked back at the man behind the wheel. “You... You know my house!. .. I never said... But you came here, to this house . . . in this street...” “Taxi drivers always know the way, Mr Cogan,” said the small thin man. “Sleep well. And have a good game tomorrow!” Then the taxi went away fast. That night Frankie Gogan went to bed without a drink. 12Prof, Dr. Memauh GEZICE 8.0. Veteriner Fakdltesi 42075 Kamps - KONYA Paper Money The girl at the bus stop was beautiful. It was a cold Saturday morning, but she was still good to the eye. A short white coat and long legs. “Not bad,” said the smail thin taxi driver. His taxi stopped and a man came out of the back. “How much?” * “£1.36,” said Will, the driver. He put the paper money in his bag and handed out the change. “Thanks, friend.” “Oh, please!” Will looked up. It was the girl. “Please can you take me to Greenlea Buildings in Queensway?” She had a lot of boxes in her arms. “Get in,” said Will. “I’m on my way home, but I’m going that way.” He helped her into the taxi with the boxes. Yes, she was very beautiful. “Oh, thank you!” she said. “There are lots of people in town today. And no buses! Where are - they?” “There’s a big football game this afternoon,” said Will. “Perhaps the buses can’t gét through.”’ o 13Femara symenrremermeotenntornesn tee learmanoenneetennneees CNR, ok “| A “Perhaps,” said the girl. “But I have a lot of _ work today. Some people are coming to dinner. And my mother’s not well. I must go and see her this afternoon too.” The taxi stopped near Greenlea Buildings. “Can Ltaké your boxes up for you?” asked Will. “Qh, no. I can do it,” said the girl. She put one foot out of the taxi, “Ann! Ann!” [twas a young man with red hair. “Why are you running like that?” she asked him. : “Your mother telephoned!*She’s very ill! You must go and see ser now.” “Oh, no!” Ann looked at Will. ‘Please. You're on your way home, I know. But please can you take me to my mother’s? I must get there fast. And I can’t see any more buses or taxis here!” “OK,” said Will. “Get back in.” The young man had his arm round the girl. She put her mouth close to his hair, Then she was in the taxi again, The young man shut the door and said through the open window, “I’m going to tele- phone your mother and tell her.” The taxi rounded the corner and the man with red hair jumped into a green car. “OK, Go after them,” he said. “The bag’s on the floor.”’ Will stopped the taxi by a big old house. “Is this 15your mother’s?” “Yes, Can you help me with the boxes?” “OK.” / They went through the garden and round the back of the house. The grass was very long and the windows were dirty. Ann opened the door and . they went in. They were in a room without any tables or chairs. Will looked round. Nothing at all. Ann’s eyes went to his. ‘“My mother’s selling this house,” she said. “‘She’s going to come and live with me. I can’t begin to thank you for your help. But I mustn’t stop you any more. You want to get , home. How much for the taxi?” “Two pounds,” said Will. Ann looked’in her . - bag. : “T’ve got one five pound note,” she said. “That's OK,” said Will. “I can go and get some change from the car.” **No, don’t do that,” said Ann. “TI can ask my mother for the money.’? She walked out of the room. Will listened to her in the front room. , “Hello, Mother. How are you? Not very well? What's that? ... You’re hot? Then I’m going to open a window for you...” Ten metres down the road a green car stopped. The man with red hair jumped out and walked up to the taxi. He opened the driver’s door with something and put his right hand into the car. It was out again fast, but he now had a bag in his hand. His eyes went to the front window of the 16wee eee house. With, the’ bag still in his hand, he walked back to the green car. Tn the front room, Ann said, “I’ve got a taxi driver in the back room. He wants his money, but I don’t have two pound notes. Have you got any money? ... Oh, thanks Mother.” Ann'came back with the money and handed it to Will. They said their goodbyes and Will went away. He stopped by his taxi and looked down the "road. There were no cars in the street. Ann closed the front window again. There was nothing in the room behind her. Nota table; nota chair. There was no old woman ill in bed. Ann eyed the street. Will’s taxi went round the corner to the right. She walked out of the house with the boxes in her arms. The green car came up from the left and stopped. The man with red hair opened the door for her, In the back of the car, Ann asked, “How much have we got?” “Take a look!” said one of the men and they handed the money bag to her. Will opened the door of his house. “Hello! It’s me! Is dinner ready?” “Tt is,” said his mother: ‘Was it a good morn- ing?” 17‘“Not-bad,””’said Will. “But two people played that old bag game with me again.” “Paper money?” asked his mother. “Yes,” said Will. In the’ car, Ann’s hand was in the bag. “A good morning’s work!” she said. “There’s a lot of paper money in here.” Her hand came out of , the bag, There were no five pound notes in it. “But there were a lot of small pages froma dirty old book!SN RE RUNNIN Prof, Dr. Hemduh cszici 8.0. Veteriner Fakittesi _ 42078 Karpas - KONYA Family Picture It rained that Sunday,,,There weren't many people in town. Will had very little work, Two women to their home across the river. A Japanese : man to his hotel. That was all. In the afternoon, Will stopped his taxi near the river and read his Sunday paper. After a weekend of work it was good to sit and do nothing. ‘Then came the old woman. She walked along the river in the rain. A slow walk, with her eyes down on the ground. Sad eyes. “Good weather for fish!” said Will. The woman looked up at the taxi driver. “Oh, hello! A taxi! Can you take me to the Rex Cinema?” : “J can. Get in. It’s no day for a walk!” On the way to the cinema they talked. Old women like to talk and Will was a good listener. . She talked about her family, now dead. And she; handed him a picture of them. " “That was last July,” she said, “They came to 20London for a’week and then went back home on the train, On.the way, the train crashed. It was going very fast. Twenty-six people died. My family were five of the dead... ’’ She stopped and put her hand up to her eyes. “I’m sorry!” she said. “Don’t be sorry,” said Will. “You can talk to me. Talk can bea big help. But don’t you have any more family?” “Yes. There’s a brother in Canada. I’m going over thete tomorrow.” _ “How long are you going to be there?” “Tm going to live there. I don’t want to go. But I-don’t have any more family here in England. And my brother doesn’t want to come back here. So I must go there...” “Don’t you like your brother?” “Qh yes, he’s a good man! And his wife’s dead now. So I can go there and help him. He has a small shop in Vancouver.” “That’s good,” said Will. “You can make a new life out there!” “Yes...” said the old woman. Will cleaned his taxi every evening. That Sunday evening, he opened the back door of the car and saw the picture on the floor. “Tea’s ready.’ Will’s mother came out of the house. 21“What! am I going to do about this?” Will handed her the picture. “Who are they?” “There was an old woman in the taxi this ater / noon. She’s going to Canada in the morning. This is a picture of her and her family. The family died in a train crash last July. She loves this picture very much. I must find her tonight and give it back.” “Do you know her name? And where does she live??? ; “I don’t know,” said Will. After the meal, Will said to his mother, ‘““What are you doing tonight? Want to come for a drive?” “Where to?” “That old woman went-to the Rex Cinema. They’ ll be coming out in halfanhour. Perhaps we can see her again and I can give her the picture.” A lot of people go to the cinema on a wet Sun- day. That evening they came into the rain like a big grey sea. “Look at them!” said Will’s mother. “There are millions of them! Which one is your old woman?” “We're never going to see her in all that lot,” said Will. He was right. They stopped there in the taxi for a long time, but they never saw her. “What are you going to do now?” asked Will's mother, , ' “J don’t know,” said Will. “But she loves that © picture! I must find her and give it back... . Perhaps...” 22“Perhaps:what?” asked his mother. “We went up this street in the taxi. There was a shop with the name over the door. She said ‘Oh, that’s my name!’ ” “What was it?” asked Will’s mother. “T don’t know, but I’m going to drive up and down. Does it begin with ‘J’... Or was it ‘C? ?” They went up the street and looked at all the names. Samuels. Woolworths. Jones Brothers . .. Was it Jones Brothers?” asked Will’s mother. “No.” “Clarkes?” “No.” “Tordan’s?”’ “No.” , At the end of the street, Will wheeled right and went back down the street again. Half way down there was a little shop with a brown door. Over it, in dirty white letters, was the name CLIFFORD. “That's it!” said Will. “That’s the name! Oh, Mum! That’s the one!” “Good!” said his mother. “I’m cold! Can we go home now?” “Home?” “Yes, home. At home you can look in the tele- phone book. Then you can find Mrs Clifford’s number and telephone her.” / Back at the house, Will put his hand on the telephone book. . 2 “Cl... Carstairs. Cecil. Chester... Oh, bere we 24are... Clifford! . . Oh, nol”? “What is it?” “There are millions of Cliffords here! I can’t telephone all of them! Think of the money! And perhaps, in the end, our Mrs Clifford doesn’t have a telephone!” Wills mother came and looked. It was true. There were a lot of Cliffords in London! “T’ra going to make some tea,” she said. On the way to the kitchen her eyes went to the picture on the table. She put out her hand ae “Will! Come and take a look at this!” In ‘the picture, the family was in the garden, There was Mrs Clifford, a man and woman and three children. Behind the garden was the River Thames with a bridge across the river, “What bridge is that?” asked Will’s mother. “It’s Hammersmith Bridge!” said Will. He went out of the room and came back with the telephone book.. “Hammersmith,” he said. ‘“That’s SW13. Can the house be in Riverview Gardens? ... Yes! Here it is! 63, Riverview Gardens, Mrs $ M Clifford!” Mrs Clifford opened the door of her house. Her eyes went to the picture in Will’s hand. _ “Oh, it’s you!” she said. “And you’ve got the picture! Come in! Come in! “You can’t sit down because there aren’t any 25.* chairs,” she said. “I’m going away to Canada tomorrow.” | : “Yes, I know,” said Will. “I wanted to tele- phone but the telephone’s not working.” - “No,” said Mrs Clifford. “Some people are buying this house but they aren’t going to live here for a month. I went to the cinema this afternoon because there aren’t any tables or chairs here any more. But after our talk this afternoon I wanted to ‘think. So I came back here.” “Think? What about?” asked Will, “About my new life,” said Mrs Clifford. “You said something to me this afternoon. You said “You can make a new life out there.’ And it’s true. After the train crash I was sad for a long time, I wanted to die too. But I’m not dead. I’malive. ’m not a young woman. But I’m not very old. I have some years of life in front of me. I loved my family, but they aren’t alive any more. I am. I must goout and find a new life.” She put out her hand and touched Will’s arm, “Thank you, young man, for your words this afternoon. And thank you, too, for the picture. But tell me. How do you know my name? And where I live?” . _ “Oh, taxi drivers always know the way,” said Will, 27Prof. Dr. Wemduh GEZICY 8.0. Veteriner FakGtesi 42076 Kamptis - KONYA , “A Word Game This is a game with words. Some of the answers go down the page. And some go across from left to right. Write every answer at its number, with one letter in every box. The letters in the grey boxes make two words. What are they? Can you find the answers?Across > - % ' You sit at this and eat your meals. (5) 4 English money. (5) 8 Yes. (2) 9 Not well. (3) 10 You and me; not us, but 1 (2) 11 A short white __ and long legs. (4) 14 “We went up this in the taxi. (6) 15 Not young. (3) 17 He stopped by his taxi and looked down the . (4 bes 18 “____ Mother. How are you? Not very well?” ~ (5), 20 Not down. (2) 22 “__..| I am sorry,” said the driver. (2) 26 Last year, the television people him Frankie the Fast, because of his fast right foot. (5) 29 “There was old woman in the taxi this afternoon.” (2) 30 That ._. they came into the rain like a big grey sea. (7) 32 Look. (3) 33 ° “How much —__ they want, Frankie?” (2) Down 1 With these, you can speak to people from far away. (10) 2 She had a lot of es in her arms. (3) 3 A slow walk, with her __. down on the ground. (4) 29“She tallied about her family, now dead. And she handed him a “Pve got one five pound “ of them. (7) ;” she said. (4) you look at TV?” answered the old man. (4) Not dead. (5) The taxi driver’s name. (4) “Does it begin with {P.. .__ was it ‘C’?” (2) Not hot. (4) Cogan wanted a drink at ‘The and Bottle’. (3) Water from the sky. (4) “You must give us £500. And you must —. drink again.” (5) The name of the story was —_ Money. (5) “Perhaps,” said the girl. “But I a lot of work today.” (4) They through the garden and round the back of the house. (4) Seven days make one of these. (4) “Hello! It’s | Is dinner ready?” (2) To end life. (3) “J must go out find a new life.””. (3) “OK, right here. Then left down Willett Street.” (2) 30