Text A cheerful Polish girl,working in a small bakery in the U.S.A.during World War II, suddenly became gloomy.What had happened to cause her change of mood?Why did she wish to quit?What was the awful reason she finally gave to the bakery owner's family?
Text A cheerful Polish girl, working in a small bakery in the U. S. A. during World War II, suddenly became gloomy. What had happened to cause her change of mood? Why did she wish to quit? What was the awful reason she finally gave to the bakery owner’s family?
1. I thought about this girl quite a lot.We all did---my mother,my father,my brothers,all of us.It seemed silly to let ourselves be upset by a girl who worked for us,but we couldn't help it. She worried us.All we knew was that for a long time she was happy with us,and then suddenly she wasn't
1. I thought about this girl quite a lot. We all did --- my mother, my father, my brothers, all of us. It seemed silly to let ourselves be upset by a girl who worked for us, but we couldn’t help it. She worried us. All we knew was that for a long time she was happy with us, and then suddenly she wasn’t
2. She said nothing.of course,right up to the end.She was too considerate and friendly and kind to say anything. but we could tell.We could tell by the way she stood behind the counter in our little bakery,by the way she served a customer.She used to laugh all the time and keep the whole store bright with her energy and her smile and her pleasant voice.People spoke about it.It was such a pleasure to be served by her,they said. 3."The smartest thing I ever did,"my father would say with a smile as he watched her."Hiring that girl was the smartest thing I ever did
2. She said nothing, of course, right up to the end. She was too considerate and friendly and kind to say anything, but we could tell. We could tell by the way she stood behind the counter in our little bakery, by the way she served a customer. She used to laugh all the time and keep the whole store bright with her energy and her smile and her pleasant voice. People spoke about it. It was such a pleasure to be served by her, they said. 3. “The smartest thing I ever did, “ my father would say with a smile as he watched her. “Hiring that girl was the smartest thing I ever did
4.It wasn't that way very long,though.Not that we had any fault to find.She still came in early.She still worked hard.She still was polite and friendly and quick,but it wasn't the same.She didn't laugh any more.She stood very quietly when it wasn't busy and looked out of the window. She was worried about something. 5.At first we thought it would pass away,but it didn't.It got worse and worse.We did the obvious thing,of course. We asked her what was wrong. 6."Nothing,"she said at once,smiling quickly."Noting is wrong.” 7.We asked her many times,but we still got the same answer,and knew it wasn't true
4. It wasn’t that way very long, though. Not that we had any fault to find. She still came in early. She still worked hard. She still was polite and friendly and quick, but it wasn’t the same. She didn’t laugh any more. She stood very quietly when it wasn’t busy and looked out of the window. She was worried about something. 5. At first we thought it would pass away, but it didn’t. It got worse and worse. We did the obvious thing, of course. We asked her what was wrong. 6. “Nothing ,” she said at once, smiling quickly. “Noting is wrong.” 7. We asked her many times, but we still got the same answer, and knew it wasn’t true
0 8.It annoyed my mother. 9."Why should we be bothered like this?"she asked sharply."We've treated her like a daughter.Why should she be unhappy?Anyway,we didn't need her to start with." 10.And,of course,we didn't.We had always managed pretty well in the store.We were seldom overworked, because it is only a small bakeshop,though business is brisk and profitable.It happened very simply.A woman,a very good customer of ours,came in one day and told us about her---a poor girl from Poland,whose parents were still on the other side and who had no one here to take care of her except an old aunt,herself far from wealthy
8. It annoyed my mother. 9. “Why should we be bothered like this?” she asked sharply. “We’ve treated her like a daughter. Why should she be unhappy? Anyway, we didn’t need her to start with.” 10. And, of course, we didn’t. We had always managed pretty well in the store. We were seldom overworked, because it is only a small bakeshop, though business is brisk and profitable. It happened very simply. A woman, a very good customer of ours, came in one day and told us about her --- a poor girl from Poland, whose parents were still on the other side and who had no one here to take care of her except an old aunt, herself far from wealthy