4. Activity

Read the conversation between Mrs. Murphy a maid, who is taking care of the Browns' children. About 10 o'clock she calls the resident manager.

Mrs. Murphy: Mr. Carter, this is Mrs. Murphy, the relief maid. Tonight I am staying with the children in 502. I'm sorry to disturb you, but…

Mr. Carter: What's the trouble, Mrs. Murphy?

Mrs. Murphy: You see, sir, there are three children. Their mother told them to go to bed at 9:30. Well, first, they wanted to watch TV, but the set was broken.

Mr. Carter: Didn't you call the repairman to fix it?

Mrs. Murphy: Yes, he came and fixed it. But now the toilet in the boys' room won't work. There is water all over the bathroom floor.

Mr. Carter: I'll send the plumber up right away, Mrs. Murphy.

Mrs. Murphy: Thank you. But the children also called room service and ordered a lot to eat.

Mr. Carter: Perhaps I had better come up. (Soon Mr. Carter knocks at the door)

Mrs. Murphy: (Shouting) Wait a minute. The door is locked, and I can't open it. (To Peter) I know you are behind those drapes. Peter. Come out and unlock the door. ( Peter unlocks the door and Mr. Carter enters)

Mr. Carter: Isn't it time for little girls and boys to be in bed?

Peter: I'm not little. Besides, we're hungry.

John: He'll have his twelfth birthday next week. Mister, we always eat before we go to bed. (Just then the waiter brings in a tray with food and drinks. He puts the tray on the writing desk)

Mr. Carter: Who is going to pay for all this?

Mary: Peter will sign the bill.

Mr. Carter: What is your father going to say? Waiter, I had better O.K. this bill.

Mrs. Murphy: (Shaking her head) Your father won't like that.

Mary: Please put the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa. We can eat while we are watching the programs.

Mr. Carter: Let's see if everything is here. What's on the tray?

Peter: I ordered hamburgers, malted milk, and pie a la mode. I eat that every night.

John: And I do, too.

Mary: I ordered a hot dog and coke. I like hot dogs.

John: And so do I.

Mrs. Murphy: Of course, I'm going to tell their parents.

John: Miss, you're so nice. You aren't going to tell

Daddy, are you? Here, you can have my ice cream.