It
was morning. The children (
were having) breakfast. There were three of them but
they (
were making) enough noise for six and had
no table manners. Mrs.
Large (
took) a tray and (
laid) it with a teapot, a cup, and a
plate with marmalade toast. She (
put) the morning paper beside the cup
and (
went)
to the door. “Where (
are you going) with that tray,
Mom?” asked Laura suspiciously. “
To the kitchen”, said Mrs. Large. –
“Why (are you going)
to the kitchen?” asked
the other two. – “Because
I want five minutes’ peace from all of you. That’s why”.
She
entered the kitchen, (
shut)
the door, (
sat) down to table and poured herself a cup of tea. She closed
her eyes. Everything was so
quiet/quietly. It was heaven.
Suddenly the door opened and Lester (
came)
in. “Do you want me
to play the flute? I
have been practicing
since you
told me to. Can I?” He heard his mother (
gave) a sigh.
– “Please, just for one minute.” – “Go on, then.” So Lester played.
He (
had just finished) when
Laura (
came) in and said she (
wanted) to read
a page from
her reading book. – “You let Lester (
play) the flute. You like him better
than/as me.” – “ Oh, (
don't be) silly, Laura,” said Mrs. Large.
“Go on, read. Just one page.” So Laura read.
A little one (
came) in
with his toys. He (
put) them on the table. – “For you,” he said. – “Thank
you,” said Mrs. Large weak/
weakly.