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When the gong sounds ten in the morning and
I walk to school by our lane,
Every day I meet the hawker crying. Bangles.
crystal bangles!”
There is nothing to hurry him on. there is no
road he must take, no place he must go to, no
tune when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in
the road, crying. ‘Bangles, crystal bangles !
The speaker of the passage is
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school.
I can see through the gate of that house the
gardener digging the ground.
He does what he likes with his spade, he soils
his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to
task, f he gets baked in the sun or gets wet.
The author of this passage is
I wish I were a gardener digging away at the
garden with nobody to stop inc from digging.
Just as it gets dark in the evening and my
mother sends me to bed,
I can see through my open window the
watchman walking up and down.
The common point between a gardener and a watchman is
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and
I walk to school by our lane,
Every day I meet the hawker crying. Bangles.
crystal bangles!”
There is nothing to hurry him on. there is no
road he must take, no place he must go to, no
tune when he must come home.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in
the road, crying. ‘Bangles, crystal bangles !
The speaker seems to love
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school.
I can see through the gate of that house the
gardener digging the ground.
He does The gardener’s tool is hishe likes with his spade, he soils
his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to
task, if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet.
The gardener’s tool is his