Mrs. Harris lives in a small village. Her husband is dead, but she has one son. He is twenty-one, and his name is Geoff. He worked in the shop in the village and lived with his mother, but then he got work in a town and went and lived there. Its name was Greensea. It was quite a long way from his mother's village, and she was not happy about this, but Geoff said, ‘There isn't any good work for me in the country, Mother, and I can get a lot of money in Greensea and send you some every week.’
Mrs. Harris was very angry last Sunday. She got in a train and went to her son’s house in Greensea. Then she said to him, ‘Geoff, why do you never phone me?’
Geoff laughed. ‘But Mother,’ he said, ‘you haven't got a phone.’
‘No’, she answered, ‘I haven’t, but you've got one!’
