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This is the VOA Special English program American Stories.

Our story today is called ''All the Years of Her Life''. It was written by Morley Callaghan, here is Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carr, the little gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. Carr looked up at Alfred as he passed and said in a very soft voice, ''Just a moment, Alfred, one moment before you go.''

Mr. Carr spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred. ''What is it, Mr. Carr?''

''Maybe you'd be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.'' Said Mr. Carr.

''What things? What are you talking about?''

''You've got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets, Alfred.''

''What do you mean?'' Alfred answered. ''Do you think I am crazy?'' His face got red.

Mr. Carr kept looking at Alfred, coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.

''Petty thieving, eh, Alfred?'' said Mr. Carr. ''And maybe you'd be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.''

''This is the first time I ever took anything.''

Mr. Carr was quick to answer, ''So now you think you tell me a lie? What kind of a fool do I look like, hah? I don't know what goes on in my own store, eh? I tell you, you have been doing this for a long time.'' Mr. Carr had a strange smile on his face. ''I don’t like to call the police,'' he said, ''but maybe I should call your father and let him know I'm going to have to put you in jail.''

''My father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights.''

''Who is at home?''Mr. Carr asked.

''My mother, I think.''

Mr. Carr started to go to the phone. Alfred's fears made him raise his voice. He wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school. At such times, he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

亲亲小米渣

my homework(8)

This is the VOA Special English program American stories.

Our story today is called All the Years Her Life. It was writing by Moly.K., here is the Sp.N to tell you the story.
The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young A.F. H who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam.K, the littler gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. K looked up at A.F as he passed and said in a very soft voice, “just a moment, A.F, one moment before you go.” Mr.K spoke so quietly that he worried A.F. “what is it , Mr. K?”
“maybe you had be good enough to take few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.” Said Mr.K.
“what things, what are you talking about?”
“you got a compact and a nipple stick and at least two tooth of toothpaste in you pocket, A.F”
“what do you mean?” A.F answered. “do you think I am crazy?” his face got red.
Mr.K kept looking A.F coldly. A.F did not know what to say and try to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he has stolen.
“ pity seeing here, A.F” said Mr. K. “ and maybe you’d be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.”
“ this is the first time, I ever took anyting.”
Mr.K was quick to answer, “so now you think you tell me a lie. What kind of food I look like. I don’t know what goes on in my own story. I’ll tell you, you have been doing this for a long time” Mr.K has a strange smile on his face. “I don’t like to call the police” he said, “but maybe I should call you father and let him know that I am going to had to put you in jail.”
“my father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights”
“who is at home ?”Mr.K asked.
“my mother, I think”
Mr.K started to go to the phone. A.F. fears made him raises his voice, he wanted to show his was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This happened many time since he left school and such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

linmanli000

HOMEWORK
American story
Special English program our story today is called ALL THE YEARS OF HER LIFE
Here is Shaple Neil to tell you the story.
The drug store was beginnig to close for the night, young Alfret Higens who worked in the store was putting on his coat getting ready to go home.On his way out, he passed Mr Sam Car the little grey hair man who owned the store.Mrs Car looked up at Alfret as he passed and said in a very soft voice,"Just a moment Alfret, one moment before you go."Mrs Car spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred,"What is it,Mrs Car?"
"Maybe you'll good enough to take a few things out of your pockets?And leave them here before you go,"said Mr Car.
"What things?What are you talking about?"
"You got a compad and a lipstickand at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets.Alfred."
"What do you mean, "Alfred answered,"do you think I'm crazy?"His face got red.
Mr Car kept looking at Alfred coldly.Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss'.After a few moments he put his hands into his pockets, and took out the things he had stolen.
"Alfred",said Mr Car,"maybe you'll be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?"
"This is the first timeI ever took anyting," Mr Car was quick to answer."So now you think you tell me a lie?What kind of a fool do I look like?I don't know what goes on in my own store in?I tell you, you've been doing this for a long time."
Mr Car has a strange smile on his face," I don't like to call the police,"he said," but maybe I should call your father.And let him know I am going to have to put you in jail."
"My father is not home, he is a printer.He works nights."
"Who is at home?"Mr Car asked.
"My mother, I think."
Mr Car started to go to the phone, Alfred's fears made him raise his voice, he wanted to show he was afraid of nobody.He acted this way everytime he got into trouble.This have happened many times since left school at such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

Sophi_a

homework 改错人了，你应该修改头贴的 －－春山

on linmanli000
American story
Special English program Ametican Storyies.
Our story today is called ALL THE YEARS OF HER LIFE, it was written by Morley Callaghan.
Here is Shaple Neil to tell you the story.
The drug store was beginnig to close for the night, young Alfret Higens who worked in the store was putting on his coat getting ready to go home.On his way out, he passed Mr Sam Car the little grey hair man who owned the store.Mrs Car looked up at Alfret as he passed and said in a very soft voice,"Just a moment Alfret, one moment before you go."Mr Car spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred,"What is it,Mr Car?"
"Maybe you'll be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets?And leave them here before you go,"said Mr Car.
"What things?What are you talking about?"
"You've got a compact and a lipstickand and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets.Alfred."
"What do you mean, "Alfred answered,"do you think I'm crazy?"His face got red.
Mr Car kept looking at Alfred coldly.Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss'.After a few moments he put his hand into his pockets, and took out the things he had stolen.
"Pity seeing here, Alfred",said Mr Car,"and maybe you'll be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?"
"This is the first timeI ever took anything," Mr Car was quick to answer."So now you think you tell me a lie?What kind of a fool do I look like?I don't know what goes on in my own story?I tell you, you've been doing this for a long time."
Mr Car had a strange smile on his face," I don't like to call the police,"he said," but maybe I should call your father.And let him know I am going to have to put you in jail."
"My father is not home, he is a printer.He works nights."
"Who is at home?"Mr Car asked.
"My mother, I think."
Mr Car started to go to the phone, Alfred's fears made him raise his voice, he wanted to show he was afraid of nobody.He acted this way everytime he got into trouble.This had happened many times since he left school at such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

szxexcalibur

on 亲亲小米渣
This is the VOA Special English program American stories.
Our story today is called All the Years of Her Life. It was writing by Moly.K., here is the Sp.N to tell you the story.
The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young A.F. H who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home.
On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam.K, the littler gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. K looked up at A.F as he passed and said in a very soft voice, “just a moment, A.F, one moment before you go.”
Mr.K spoke so quietly that he worried A.F. “what is it , Mr. K?”
“maybe you had be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.” Said Mr.K.
“what things, what are you talking about?”
“you've got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pocket, A.F”
“what do you mean?” A.F answered. “do you think I am crazy?” his face got red.
Mr.K kept looking at A.F coldly. A.F did not know what to say and try to keep his eyes from

meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.
“ petty thieving here, A.F” said Mr. K. “ and maybe you’d be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.”
“ this is the first time, I ever took anything.”
Mr.K was quick to answer, “so now you think you tell me a lie. What kind of a fool do I look like. I don’t know what goes on in my own store. I’ll tell you, you have been doing this for a long time” Mr.K has a strange smile on his face. “I don’t like to call the police” he said, “but maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.”
“my father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights”
“who is at home ?”Mr.K asked.
“my mother, I think”
Mr.K started to go to the phone. A.F. 's fears made him raises his voice, he wanted to show his was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many time since he left school and such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

chipmuck

Homework
All the years of her life
The Special English Program -American Stories.
Our story today is called 'All the years of her life'. It was written by Morley Callaghan.Here is Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.

The drugstore was beginging to close for the night.
Young Alfred Higgins who worked in the store, was putting on his coat,getting ready to go home.
On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carl, the little grey hair who owned the store.
Mr. Carl looked up at Alfred that he passed and said in a very soft voice.'Just a moment, Alfred. One moment before you go.'
Mr. Carl spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred.'What is it, Mr. Carl?'
'Maybe you be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.' said Mr. Carl.
'What things? What're you talking about?'
'You've got a compart and lipstick and at least two .. tooth paste in your pockets, Alfred.'
'What do you mean?'Alfred answered.'Do you think I am crazy?'his face got red.
Mr. Carl kept looking at Alfred,coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss.
After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.
'Petty scene,Alfred 'said Mr. Carl.'And maybe you be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?'
'This is the first time I ever took anything.'
Mr. Carl was quick to answer.'So now you think you tell me a lie.What kind of fool I look like.I don't know what goes on in my own store. I tell you, you've been doing this for a long time.' Mr. Carl has strange smile on his face.
'I don't like to call the police.'He said.'But maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.'
'My father is not home. He is a painter. He works nights.'
'Who is at home?'Mr. Carl asked.
'My mother, I think.'
Mr. Carl started to go to the phone.Alfred fears made him raise his voice.he want to show he was afraid nobody. He acted this way everytime he got into trouble. This happened many times since he left school. At such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

549510894

homework
Our story today is called all the year of her life. It was written by more Morley Callaghan to tell you the story .
The drup store was bagining to close for the night,young Alfrer Higens who worked in the store was puting on his coat getting ready to go home.
On his way out ,he passed Mr Sam Car the litter grey hair man who owned his store. Mrs Car looked up at Alfrer as he passed and said in a very soft voice "just a moment Alfrer,one moment befor you go".Mr Car sponke so queitly that he worried Alfrer, "what is it, Mr Car?"
"Maybe you'll be good enough to take a few things out of the pockets? And leave them here befor you go "said Mr Car.
"What things, what are you takling about?"
"You've got a compact （粉饼）and the lipstick (唇膏、口红)and at least two tubes of toothpastes in your packets,Alfrer.
"what do you mean?"Alfrer answered,"Do you think I'm crazy?"His face got red .
Mr Car kept looking at Alfrer coldly.Alfrer did not know what to said and tried to keep the eyes form meeting the eyes of his boss' .After a few moments he put his hands into his packets, and took out the things he had stolen.
"Pity seeing here,Alfrer",said Mr Car," and maybe you'll be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?".
"This is the frist time I ever took anything." Mr Car was quick to answer." So now you think you tell me a life.What kind of a fool do I look like" I don't know what goes on my own stoty.I tell you,you've do been doing this for a long time.
Mr Car had a strange smile on his face."I don't like to call the police" he said,"But maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jall" .
"My father is not home, he is a printer.He works nights."
"Who is at home?"Mr Car asked .
"My mother I think."
Mr car started to go to the phone,Alfrer's fears make him raise his vioce,he wanted to show he was afraid of nobady .He acted this way everytime he got into treble.This happened many times since he left school at such times he alway spoke in a loud vioce as he did tonight

luoyingjun

Homework

Special English program, American stories.
Our story today is called"all the year of her life".It was written by Molly Kellerhan. Here is Shap O'neal to tell you the story.

The drug store was beginning to closed for the night, young Ouferet Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat getting ready to go home,on his way out he passed Mr Sam Cart,the little grey hair man who owned the store. Mr Cart looked at Ouferet's back as he passed and said in a very short voice"just a moment,Ouferet,one moment before you go"Mr Cart spoke so quietly that he worried Ouferet,"what it is? Mr Cart","Maybe you be good enough to take a few something out of your pockets and leave them here before you go "said Mr Cart,"what thing? what are you talking about","you got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tooth stuff toothpaste in your pockets Ouferet","what did you mean"Ouferet answered"Do you think I am crazy",his face got red,Mr Cart kept looking at Ouferet coldly,Ouferet did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting, the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he putted his hands into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen."Pity thief,Ouferet"said Mr Cart"and maybe you be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on","this is the first time I ever took anything"Mr Cart was quitted to answer,"so now you think you tell me a lie, what kind of cool I look like, I don't know what goes on in my own store,really? I tell you, you have been doing this for a long time" Mr Cart had a strang smile on his face"I don't like to call the police"He said"but maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail","My father is not home, he is a printer,he works at nights","who is at home" Mr Cart asked,"My mother,I think".
Mr Cart started to go to the phone,Ouferet's fears made him raise his voice.He wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble, this happened many times since he left school.At such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

Silas.teng

Homework


The drugstore was beginging to close for the night.
Young Alfred who worked in the store, was putting on his coat,getting ready to go home.On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carl, the little grey hair man who owned the store.Mr. Carl looked up at Alfred as he passed and said in a very soft voice.'Just a moment, Alfred. One moment before you go.'
Mr. Carl spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred.'What is it, Mr. Carl?'
'Maybe you be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.' said Mr. Carl.'What things? What're you talking about?''You've got a compact and lipstick and at least two tooth of toothpaste in your pockets, Alfred.''What do you mean?'Alfred answered.'Do you think I am crazy?'his face got red.Mr. Carl kept looking at Alfred,coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss.After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.'That is Petty scene,Alfred 'said Mr. Carl.'And maybe you be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?''This is the first time I ever took anything.'Mr. Carl was quick to answer.'So now you think you tell me a lie.What kind of fool do I look like.I don't know what goes on in my own store in. I tell you, you've been doing this for a long time.' Mr. Carl has strange smile on his face.'I don't like to call the police.'He said.'But maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.''My father is not home. He is a painter. He works nights.''Who is at home?'Mr. Carl asked.'My mother, I think.'Mr. Carl started to go to the phone.Alfred's fears made him raise his voice.he wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way everytime he got into trouble. This happened many times since he left school. At such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

Rainy1423

Homework:

Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called All the Years of Her Life. It was written by Morley Calhan, here is Sharpe O’Neal to tell you the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young man Alfred Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carr, the little grey hair man who owned the store.
Mr. Carr looked of back Alfred as he passed, and said in a very soft voice, just a moment, Alfred, one moment before you go. Mr. Carr spoke so quietly, but he worried Alfred.
What is it, Mr. Carr?
Maybe you’d be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go, said Mr. Carr.
What things? What are you talking about?
You’ve got a compact, and a lipstick, and at least two tombs of tooth base in your pockets, Alfred.
What do you mean? Alfred answered. Do you think I’m crazy? His face got red.
Mr. Carr kept looking at Alfred, coldly.
Alfred did not know what to say, and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss.
After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets, and took out the things he had stolen.
Pity saving, Alfred. Said Mr. Carr. And maybe you would be good enough to tell me how long this had been going on.
This is the first time I ever took anything.
Mr. Carr was quick to answer, so now you think you tell me a lie?
What a kind of a fool do I look like! I don’t know what goes on in my store? I told you, you’ve been do this for a long time.
Mr. Carr had a strange smile on his face.
I don’t like to call the police, he said, but maybe I should call your father and left him know I’m going to have to put you in jell.
My father is not at home. He’s a printer. He works nights.
Who is at home? Mr. Carr asked.
My mother, I think.
Mr. Carr started to go to the phone, Alfred’s fears made him raise his voice. He wanted to show he is afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school. At such times, he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

卷毛毛

Homework


The drug store was beginning to close for the night.Young Afred who worked in the store was putting on his coat .get reary to go home.On his way out,he passed Mr.carr the lillte gray hair man who owned the store.Mr.carr looked up at Afred as he passed and said in the very soft voice.Just moment,Afred.One moment before you go.Mr.carr spoke so qucikly that he worried Afred.”What’s it, Mr.carr?”maybe you had be good enough to take a few things out of you pockets and leave them here before you go.”said Mr.carr.” what things? what’re you talk about ?” you got compact and lipstick and at least two tooth of toothpaste you pocket,Afred. “What do you mean?” Afred anwered."Do you think I am crazy?" you face got red. Mr. Carr kept looking at Alfred,coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss.After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.'That is pity here,Alfred " and said Mr. Carr."And maybe you'd be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on?''This is the first time I ever talk anything.'Mr. Carr was quick to answer.'So now you think you tell me a lie.What kind of fool do I look like.I don't know what goes on in my own story. I tell you, you've been doing this for a long time.' Mr. Carr has strange smile on his face.'I don't like to call the police.'He said.'But maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.''My father is not home. He is a painter. He works nights.''Who is at home?'Mr. Carr asked.'My mother, I think.'Mr. Carr started to go to the phone.Alfred's fears made him raise his voice.he wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way everytime he got into trouble. This happened many times since he left school. At such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

ambertsui

on szxexcalibur

This is the VOA Special English program American stories.

Our story today is called All the Years of Her Life. It was written by Morley Callaghan, here is / to tell you the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carr, the littler gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. Carr looked up at Alfred as he passed and said in a very soft voice, “just a moment, Alfred, one moment before you go.”
Mr. Carr spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred. “what is it , Mr. Carr?”
“Maybe you would be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.” Said Mr. Carr.
“What things? What are you talking about?”
“You've got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets, Alfred”
“What do you mean?” Alfred answered. “do you think I am crazy?” his face got red.
Mr. Carr kept looking at Alfred coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.

“Petty thieving, eh, Alfred” said Mr. Carr. “and maybe you’d be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.”
“This is the first time I ever took anything.”
Mr. Carr was quick to answer, “so now you think you tell me a lie. What kind of a fool do I look like. I don’t know what goes on in my own store. I’ll tell you, you have been doing this for a long time” Mr. Carr had a strange smile on his face. “I don’t like to call the police” he said, “but maybe I should call your father and let him know I’m going to have to put you in jail.”
“My father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights”
“Who is at home ?”Mr. Carr asked.
“My mother, I think”
Mr. Carr started to go to the phone. Alfred's fears made him raise his voice, he wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school and such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

mzhang6

Homework

Special English English Program American Stories.

Our story today is call “All the Years of Her Life”, it was written by Morley Callaghan, here is Shep O’Neal to tell the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higans who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. One his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carl, the little grain hair who owned the store. Mr. Carl looked up at Alfer as he passed and said in a very soft voice.

Just a moment Alfred：”One moment before you go.”

Mr. Carl spokes so quietly that he worried Alfred.
“What’s it, Mr. Carl?”
“Maybe you be good enough to take a few things out of your pocket and leave them here before you go.” Said Mr. Carl.

“What’s things? What’s your talking about?”
“You got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpastes in your pocket, Alfred.”
“What do you mean?” Alfred answered, “do you think I am crazy?” His face got red.

Mr. Carl kept looking at Alfred coldly, Alfred didn’t know what to say and try to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he stolen.

“Petty, thieving, eh, Alfred.” Said Mr. Carl, “and maybe you may be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.”
“This is the first time I ever took anything.”
Mr. Carl was quick to answer: “so now you think you tell me a lie? What kind of fool do I look like? I don’t know what goes on in my own store. I tell you, you have been doing this for a long time.”

Mr. Carl had a strange smile on his face. “I don’t like to call the police.” He said, “but maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.”

“My father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights.”
“Who is at home?” Mr. Carl asked.
“My mother, I think.”

Mr. Carl started to go to the farm. Alfred’s fears made him raise his voice, he want to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school, as such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

shuihui哩哩

homework

Special English English Program American Stories.

Our story today is call “All the Years of Her Life”, it was written by Morley Callaghan, here is Shep O’Neal to tell the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higans who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. One his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carl, the little grain hair who owned the store. Mr. Carl looked up at Alfer as he passed and said in a very soft voice.

Just a moment Alfred：”One moment before you go.”

Mr. Carl spokes so quietly that he worried Alfred.
“What’s it, Mr. Carl?”
“Maybe you be good enough to take a few things out of your pocket and leave them here before you go.” Said Mr. Carl.

“What’s things? What’s your talking about?”
“You got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpastes in your pocket, Alfred.”
“What do you mean?” Alfred answered, “do you think I am crazy?” His face got red.

Mr. Carl kept looking at Alfred coldly, Alfred didn’t know what to say and try to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he stolen.

“Petty, thieving, eh, Alfred.” Said Mr. Carl, “and maybe you may be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.”
“This is the first time I ever took anything.”
Mr. Carl was quick to answer: “so now you think you tell me a lie? What kind of fool do I look like? I don’t know what goes on in my own store. I tell you, you have been doing this for a long time.”

Mr. Carl had a strange smile on his face. “I don’t like to call the police.” He said, “but maybe I should call your father and let him know I am going to have to put you in jail.”

“My father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights.”
“Who is at home?” Mr. Carl asked.
“My mother, I think.”

Mr. Carl started to go to the farm. Alfred’s fears made him raise his voice, he want to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school, as such times he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.

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This is the VOA Special English program American Stories.

Our story today is called ''All the Years of Her Life''. It was written by Morley Callaghan, here is Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.

The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carr, the little gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. Carr looked up at Alfred as he passed and said in a very soft voice, ''Just a moment, Alfred, one moment before you go.''

Mr. Carr spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred. ''What is it, Mr. Carr?''

''Maybe you'd be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.'' Said Mr. Carr.

''What things? What are you talking about?''

''You've got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets, Alfred.''

''What do you mean?'' Alfred answered. ''Do you think I am crazy?'' His face got red.

Mr. Carr kept looking at Alfred, coldly. Alfred did not know what to say and tried to keep his eyes from meeting the eyes of his boss. After a few moments, he put his hand into his pockets and took out the things he had stolen.

''Petty thieving, eh, Alfred?'' said Mr. Carr. ''And maybe you'd be good enough to tell me how long this has been going on.''

''This is the first time I ever took anything.''

Mr. Carr was quick to answer, ''So now you think you tell me a lie? What kind of a fool do I look like, hah? I don't know what goes on in my own store, eh? I/ tell you, you have been doing this for a long time.'' Mr. Carr had a strange smile on his face. ''I don’t like to call the police,'' he said, ''but maybe I should call your father and let him know I'm going to have to put you in jail.''

''My father is not home, he is a printer, he works nights.''

''Who is at home?''Mr. Carr asked.

''My mother, I think.''

Mr. Carr started to go to the phone. Alfred's fears made him raise his voice. He wanted to show he was afraid of nobody. He acted this way every time he got into trouble. This had happened many times since he left school. At such times, he always spoke in a loud voice as he did tonight.