Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 1

When Adams went to the station, he did not know that the policeman was following him. He found that there was a fast train to London at midday and bought his ticket. He put his bag on the seat he had chosen, then got out and waited on the platform.

The policeman then got into the train and sat down in the next compartment. As the porters were beginning to close the doors, Adams bought a paper and went back to his seat. He immediately ran along the corridor, got out once more and hid behind some suitcases.

Almost at once the train began to move. When it had gone, Adams passed through the barrier and bought another ticket, this time for Weymouth. In this way he succeeded in escaping. The first train was approaching London when the policeman finally discovered that Adams was no longer on it.

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 2

At that moment someone knocked at the door. My sister went to open it and called out: “It’s mum, at last!” When she was in the drawing-room, with her arms full of parcels, she had a strange smile on her lips. “I am sorry to be so late, children; you can’t imagine how many people there were in all the shops!”

“Why are you smiling? Why hasn’t daddy come back with you? We know that he had promised to meet you in the bookshop at half past three.” “Oh yes, he was there, but he was preoccupied, as usual. Perhaps he was thinking of his new book. Anyway, he looked at me without seeming to recognise me!” “What! He didn’t recognise his own wife? That’s too much. And so you had to carry everything yourself.” We heard the front door open, and there was dad. “I saw one of our neighbours in the bookshop,” he said to mum. “I would have liked to help her carry her shopping, but as I was waiting for you, that was not possible. Why didn’t you come?”

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 3

Susan Thorpe was waiting for Colette, her French pen-friend, at London airport. It was twenty past ten and Colette’s plane had just landed, a little late. Soon Susan saw a girl with fair hair who looked very elegant. She smiled. “It’s Susan, isn’t it?” Susan, who was wearing trousers and an old shirt, blushed and replied: “Yes, I am Susan. I hope you will be happy with us. Come with me; daddy is over there in the car.”

During the journey Colette wanted to know if Susan went to the theatre, if she went out much in the evening, if she smoked and if history interested her. Poor Susan, who was very fond of sport and who did not like reading, decided that this visit was not such a good idea after all. However, she was wrong; the two girls spent a very pleasant month together and then they went to France.

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 4

That night John went to bed late. When he opened his eyes he saw that it was already half past eight. He had to be at the factory at nine o’clock. He got up, dressed and decided not to shave. He drank a cup of coffee and dashed into the street.

There was nobody there. Even the newspaper-seller who was usually on the corner had already left. John started to wait for the bus. A quarter of an hour later he was still there, and he had seen only a few children. Finally he saw a taxi, which stopped almost immediately.

John got in and the taxi set off. “Go as fast as you can,” said John to the driver. “Luckily there is not too much traffic.” The man seemed surprised. When they got to the factory, John saw that the doors were closed. Then he remembered that it was Sunday. He went home on foot.

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 5

My uncle, who lives in the country, comes to visit us in London once a year. My sister and I always ask him to take us to a theatre. He likes to do this, because he never sees a play in his little village. So everyone is happy and his visit is a great success.

This year he arrived on the day before my birthday. “Well,” he said, “you’ll be sixteen tomorrow. I think we ought to hear an opera instead of seeing a play. Would you like that?” I replied that it would please me very much, and my sister, who plays the violin, was delighted.

“Don’t pay too much attention to the story. It will probably seem a little silly to you, but art and life are two different things. Listen to the music.” It was an interesting evening. We had a marvellous meal afterwards, during which my uncle explained all that we had not understood.

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 6

Peter was angry. In summer he liked to go and see his cousins who lived in the country. There he and his sister could make plenty of noise, play by the lake and go for walks in the woods. They usually went there in August during their holidays, and enjoyed themselves very much. Another uncle had just phoned from Paris. Peter did not know him very well. This man was inviting him to spend a whole month in France in order to learn to speak French like a Frenchman. Peter did not want to accept this invitation. He thought that it would be difficult, and that he would not understand what people were saying. Perhaps he would not like the meals. The whole family talked about it for a long time. Finally his father said he could go by air. “All right,” said Peter, “buy me a ticket please.”

Notes:


Lower Sixth language proses

Prose 7

The sun was shining. The two girls were sitting on the beach and were eating an ice-cream. They had left Paris that morning, and had come to Deauville to earn some money and to enjoy themselves. But Denise could not find the address of the friend who had promised to help them. They had looked for it everywhere- in her pockets, in her bag and in her suitcase. It was now half past six, but it was still hot. They decided to go for a walk in the town, where luckily there were plenty of small hotels. They were walking slowly along a street, looking at the shop windows, when suddenly Denise had an idea. “I know she works in a baker’s shop,” she said. “There is one on the other side of the street. Perhaps someone knows her there.” They were right. A moment later they were talking to Louise.

Notes: