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25. Read the following dialogue. Express proper attitudes. Concentrate
on the intonation of the author’s words:
“I’ve come up to talk to you,” my mother said, “while you are
getting ready. Who’s going to be at the party?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Will you enjoy it?” my mother asked.
“I hope so,” I said.
“You’ve
only got fifteen minutes,” my mother said.
“Yes, I know.”
“Can I help you?” my mother asked.
“No, thanks awfully,” I said.
“Will Betty be there?”
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because the people giving the party don’t know her.”
“That’s funny,” my mother said. “I wonder why they don’t.
Isn’t that funny, their not knowing her?”
“Why?”
“Well because it is,” my mother said. “Why don’t you intro
duce her to them? They’d like her. I’ve always liked Betty... I
like that dress. It suits you. It doesn’t make you look old like
some of the things you wear. What
on earth are you doing to
your hair?”
“Putting it on top.”
“Oh, I don’t like that,” my mother said. “Why are you doing
it like that?”
“I like it.”
“Your father won’t like it,” my mother said. “Good heavens,
your stockings are transparent.”
“Yes.”
“What’s the good of wearing transparent stockings if your
legs are blue?” my mother asked. “Are you going to wear your
boots and take your shoes with you in a bag?”
“No,” I said.
“You’ve
only got five minutes now,” my mother said.
“Yes, I know.”
“Will Sammy be there?” my mother asked.
“I think so.”
“Oh good,” my mother said. “I hope you’ll be nice and polite
to him. You will, won’t you?”
“Yes.”
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“Yes, try,” my mother said. “Would you like him to come to
tea?” “No.”
“Oh, all right,” my mother said. “But I think you’re very silly,
that’s all. I remember I didn’t really like your father very much
when I first met him, but you won’t take any notice of anything
I can say. Can you walk in these shoes?”
“Yes.”
“You
are going to be late, aren’t you?” my mother said.
“Yes.”
“Oh!” my mother cried. “You’re not wearing your cardigan.
Why have you taken it off? Why aren’t you wearing your cardi
gan?”
“Because I am not going to,” I said.
“You’ll be sorry,” my mother said, “when the others are all
enjoying themselves and you are sitting
near the fire with your
teeth chattering and a red nose. Sammy won’t find that attrac
tive.”
“I’m ready now,” I said. “Goodbye.”
“Enjoy yourself, goodbye.”
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