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№14 Mr. Gray travelled a lot on business. He sold machines of various kinds to fanners. It was not really a very exciting job, but Mr. Gray had always been interested in farming, and he was quite satisfied with his life. He had a big car, and usually enjoyed driving it long distances, but he Was quite satisfied to go by train sometimes too, especially when the-weather was bad. He was a little frightened of driving in rain or snow, and it was less tiring to sit comfortably in a train and look out of the window without being worried about how one was going to get to the next place. One of Mr. Gray's problems was often where to stay when he reached some small place in the country. He did not expect great comfort and wonderful food, but he found it annoying when he was given a cold room, and there was no water or good food after a long and tiring day. Late one winter evening, Mr. Gray arrived at a small railway station. The journey by train that day had not been at all interesting, and Mr. Gray was cold and tired and hungry. He was looking forward to a simple but satisfying meal by a brightly burning fire, and then a hot bath and comfortable bed. While he was walking to the taxi rank, he said to a local man who was also walking there, «As this is my first visit to this part of the country and I was in too much of a hurry to find out about hotels before I left home, I would very much like to know how many you have here.» The local man answered, «We have two.» «And which of the two would you advise me to go to?» Mr. Gray asked then. The local man scratched his head for a few moments and then answered, «Well, it's like this: whichever one you go to, you'll be sorry you didn't go to the other.» №15 Jim lived with his parents until he was twenty-one years old, and then he got a job in the office of a big factory in another town, so he left home. He found a comfortable little flat which had two rooms, a small kitchen and a bathroom, and he lived there on his own. At first he cleaned it himself, but he did not want to have to go on doing this, so he determined to find someone else to do it instead of him. He asked a lot of his fellow workers at the factory what they did about this, and at last one of the men said, «Oh, Mrs. Roper comes and cleans my flat regularly. She washes the dishes, irons my shirts and keeps the place neat and tidy and so on. I'll introduce you to her, if you 194
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