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In hot, sunny countries, a lot of people like eating their meals in the fresh air. During the day, they eat under trees or big umbrellas, because the sun is usually very strong, but in the evening they eat under the moon and the stars.
People do this a lot in Italy. The restaurant put tables in a garden or in the street, and most people eat there and not in the restaurants.
Renato was an Italian. He came to London and bought a restaurant there. Then he said, ‘I’m going to put some of my tables in the street here too.’ But it rains a lot in England.
Mr. Jenkins went to Renato’s restaurant one day, and in the evening he said to his wife, ‘I had lunch at that new Italian restaurant today, and it rained all the time. Drinking my soup took twenty-five minutes.’



Mrs. Black had two coal fires in her house, and she always bought her coal from Mr. Matthews. He sold her good coal. There was never much dust in it.
But Mr. Matthews was old, and after a few years he stopped working in his coal yard, and his son Freddie began selling coal to Mrs. Black. He brought two sacks of coal to her house in his truck one day, and Mrs. Black said to him, ‘Your father always sold me good coal. There was never much dust in the sacks.’
‘I do that too,’ young Mr. Matthews said.
A few months later he brought Mrs. Black another two sacks of coal and said to her, ‘Did you find any dust in the last sacks of coal?’
‘No, I didn’t find dust in the sacks of coal,’ answered Mrs. Black. ‘I found some pieces of coal in the sacks of dust!”



George never liked work very much. At school he was always at the bottom of his class. Then he went and worked in an office, but he did not do much work there.
There were big windows in the office, and there was a street below them. There were always a lot of people and cars and buses in the street, and George liked sitting at his desk and looking at them.
George had a friend. His name was Peter, and he worked in the same office, but he was very different from George. He worked very hard.
Last Tuesday George stood at one of the windows of the office for a long time. Then he said to his friend Peter, ‘There’s a very lazy man in the street.
He began digging a hole this morning, but he hasn’t done any work for half an hour.’