Please speak in natural speed.
Part6
One Friday night it snowed a lot, and the next day Mr. Smith did not have to go to work. His young son Bobby had a new sledge, which he wanted very much to try out. There was a good slope in a park not far from the Smiths' house, which children often used for their sledges,
so Mr. Smith said that he would take Bobby there in the car. They put the sledge in and went off. When they reached the park, they found that there were already a lot of boys there with their sledges. They were sliding down the slope at great speed, and then pulling their sledges
up again. After a few minutes Mr. Smith noticed that there was one poorly-dressed little boy there who did not have a sledge. This boy made an old cardboard box flat, and was sliding down the slope on that. Mr. Smith felt very sorry for this poor boy, and decided to tell Bobby to lend him his sledge a few times. But before he could catch Bobby to speak to him, he was surprised-and delighted-to notice that several of the older boys in the park were lending the poor boy their sledges. Mr. Smith watched them carefully, and suddenly found that the bigger boys were not doing this because they felt sorry for the poor boy, but because they enjoyed riding on his cardboard box more than on their expensive sledges. They were waiting for a turn on the cardboard box which was made flat.
Part7
Benjamin Franklin, American statesman, printer, scientist, and writer, was born more than two hundred years ago in Boston, Massachusetts. When he was born in 1706, Massachusetts was still a colony. At that time candles were used for lights in houses and Franklin's father was a
candle maker. Benjamin was the tenth son of seventeen children. When he was only ten years old he had to leave school to help his father. Benjamin worked in his father's candle shop, but he was not happy. So when he was thirteen his father made him help an older brother who was a printer and publisher. While he was working in his brother's shop, Franklin taught himself to be a writer. He learned to write so well that he often wrote something for his brother's newspaper. Then he left it secretly at night under the door of the printing shop. His brother found what Benjamin wrote, and published it without knowing it was Benjamin's work. Although Franklin was only a boy at the time, his writings were well liked by everyone who read them. Franklin liked the work in the printing shop, but he was not so friendly with his brother. When he was only seventeen, he set out to make his own way in the world. He went to New York, but as he could not find any work there he went on to Philadelphia. As Franklin had to walk part of the way he
arrived in Philadelphia dirty, muddy, and very hungry. At a bakery shop he bought three loaves of bread and walked down the street. He ate one and carried one under each arm. A pretty young girl standing in an
open door laughed at the stranger. She saw him carrying his clothes and eating his breakfast as he walked down the street. The girl's name was Deborah Reed. Later Franklin met and married her.
