CATCHING A BUS

Elder Brother: Lakshmie, it’s a quarter to seven.

Younger Sister: Wait a bit. I’m coming.

Brother: Will it rain ? The sky is dark

Sister: O yes. Take an umbrella.

Brother: Hurry up. There’s a bus at seven.

Sister: Is it so ? It’s five to seven now.

Brother: Do you see the queue.

Sister: It’s pretty long.

Brother: O yes, There’s a bus coming.

Sister: Let’s run.

Bother: The bus is full.

Sister: We can’t go in it.

Brother: Yes, we’ll be in the queue.

Sister: It’s seven-ten now.

Brother: There’s another bus coming.

Sister: It’s empty.

Brother: We can easily go in it.

Sister: What’s the bus fair ?

Brother: It’s eighty cents.

Sister: Have you got change ?

Brother: I have one forty.

Sister: Here’s twenty-five cents.

Brother: Get in and sit down. I’ll buy the tickets.

Sister: All right, You buy the tickets. I’ll keep a seat for you.