New words

New words

moment ['məumənt] joy [dʒɔɪ] while [(h)waɪl] foolish ['fu:lɪʃ] gain [geɪn] guess [ges] doubt [daut] awful ['ɔ:f(ə)l ] dream [dri:m] handkerchief ['hæŋkətʃi:f] hell [hel]

complete [kəm'pli:t] storm [stɔ:m] suspicious [sə'spɪʃəs] chance [tʃɑ:n(t)s] suggest [sə'dʒest] howl [haul] anyway ['enɪweɪ] wild [waɪld] rub [rʌb] enthusiastic [ɪnˌθju:zɪ'æstɪk] low [ləu]

FOOTBALL GIRL (Part I)

“It’s cold in this stadium,” said the girl behind me. She had a slow little voice, clear and sweet. She had just arrived at her seat, and with her was a long-legged student in a black fur coat. They were late. The game had begun some moments before. I knew what she looked like though I did not turn around. I had watched her coming up the steps. Everybody had watched her. She was that sort of girl. Little she was, in a coat of soft brown fur, with a wide brown belt. The collar of the coat was high and very large. She was very young. She could not have been more than sixteen or seventeen. A beautiful child, with black curly hair, a spoiled mouth, and dark blue eyes. The eyes were older than the girl. They were grown-up with self-assurance. The boy was deeply in love with her. He looked it, coming up the steps – though he tried hard not to show, he looked

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almost foolishly proud. Now, when she remarked that it was cold in the stadium, he repeated anxiously, “Cold?” “Wait,” he said, “Wait. I’ll get this old coat around you. You aren’t be cold with this old thing around you.” “My face will be,” she replied. On the field a halfback had gained thirteen yards. “Lift your feet a minute,” said the boy, “while I tuck it under, there! How’s that? Okay?” “I guess so.” “Warm enough now?” “Maybe I will be in a minute,” she said doubtfully. In a minute she said, “I’m awfully cold. It’s because of sitting on this icy cold stone.” “Well, here,” said the boy. “Sit on one of these programs. Get up a minute. Now try that.” “That’s better,” said the girl. “And let’s put the other one under where my feet are, hmmm, Jake? Because my feet always practically freeze.” “They’re so little,” the boy said, bending down to her feet. “There now!” he added in a moment. “Now you’re all right. “Um-hmm. Now I am. What’s the score?” “Nothing to nothing.” “Oh,” said the girl, “then we’re not really late. You kept saying we were going to be late.” “Well, we were a little.” “I’m never late,” the girl said dreamly. The boy did not answer. “Watch that pass!” he shouted loudly instead. “Watch it!” “Look,” said the girl. “Before you get all excited, may I please have one of your cigarettes?” “Ye-eah!” the boy was shouting. “Get in! Give in! Ye-eah! What’s the trouble, baby?” he added softly. “I want a cigarette.” “Oh, gosh,” said the boy, “now where did I ... Wait a minute. “Ye-eah!” he cried again, but faintly now. He began muttering. “Keys,” he said. “Lighter. Handkerchief. Another handkerchief. Powder – here’s your powder, Judy. And here’s your purse. But where in hell are the cigarettes?” “I’ll look.”

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