Madam rides the Bus Class 10 PPT

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THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight 
years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in 
the front doorway of her house, watching what was happening in the street 
outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all 
she had to do. But for Valli, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable 
as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave 
her many new unusual experiences.
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THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight 
years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in 
the front doorway of her house, watching what was happening in the street 
outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all 
she had to do. But for Valli, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable 
as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave 
her many new unusual experiences. The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. 
The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers, was a source of unending 
joy for Valli. Hai!!, bus !!!, I want to ride 
on that bus at 
least once
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THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight 
years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in 
the front doorway of her house, watching what was happening in the street 
outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all 
she had to do. But for Valli, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable 
as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave 
her many new unusual experiences. The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. 
The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers, was a source of unending 
joy for Valli. Hai!!, bus !!!, I want to ride 
on that bus at 
least once Valli would stare wistfully at the people who got on or off the bus when it stopped 
at the street corner. Their faces would kindle in her longings, dreams, and hopes. If 
one of her friends happened to ride the bus and tried to describe the sights of the town to her, Valli would be too jealous to listen Hey, Today I 
went to the 
town. How nice 
it is! Big 
buildings ,shops 
lot of people! Proud!    
Proud! Hey, I went to the 
town today. How 
nice it is! Big buildings!, 
shops,lot of people!
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THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight 
years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in 
the front doorway of her house, watching what was happening in the street 
outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all 
she had to do. But for Valli, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable 
as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave 
her many new unusual experiences. The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. 
The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers, was a source of unending 
joy for Valli. Hai!!, bus !!!, I want to ride 
on that bus at 
least once Valli would stare wistfully at the people who got on or off the bus when it stopped 
at the street corner. Their faces would kindle in her longings, dreams, and hopes. If 
one of her friends happened to ride the bus and tried to describe the sights of the town to her, Valli would be too jealous to listen Hey, Today I 
went to the 
town. How nice 
it is! Big 
buildings ,shops 
lot of people! Proud!    
Proud! Hey, I went to the 
town today. How 
nice it is! Big buildings!, 
shops,lot of people! Over many days and months Valli listened carefully to conversations between her neighbours and people who regularly used the bus, and she also asked a few discreet questions here and 
there. This way she picked up various small details about the bus journey. How far is 
the town? Six miles 
from here. What is 
the fare 
one way? Thirty paise one 
way which is 
almost nothing 
at all. How much 
time will it 
take to 
reach the 
town? Fortyfive 
minutes
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THERE was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight 
years old and very curious about things. Her favourite pastime was standing in 
the front doorway of her house, watching what was happening in the street 
outside. There were no playmates of her own age on her street, and this was about all 
she had to do. But for Valli, standing at the front door was every bit as enjoyable 
as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave 
her many new unusual experiences. The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. 
The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers, was a source of unending 
joy for Valli. Hai!!, bus !!!, I want to ride 
on that bus at 
least once Valli would stare wistfully at the people who got on or off the bus when it stopped 
at the street corner. Their faces would kindle in her longings, dreams, and hopes. If 
one of her friends happened to ride the bus and tried to describe the sights of the town to her, Valli would be too jealous to listen Hey, Today I 
went to the 
town. How nice 
it is! Big 
buildings ,shops 
lot of people! Proud!    
Proud! Hey, I went to the 
town today. How 
nice it is! Big buildings!, 
shops,lot of people! Over many days and months Valli listened carefully to conversations between her neighbours and people who regularly used the bus, and she also asked a few discreet questions here and 
there. This way she picked up various small details about the bus journey. How far is 
the town? Six miles 
from here. What is 
the fare 
one way? Thirty paise one 
way which is 
almost nothing 
at all. How much 
time will it 
take to 
reach the 
town? Fortyfive 
minutes On and on went her thoughts as she calculated and recalculated, planned and replanned. Thirty paise 
one way! My 
God! it is a 
fortune! I’ll take the 
1o’clock bus 
and return 
home by about 
two forty five. I’ll save 
sixty paise 
and will 
not get 
down 
from the 
bus.