'Of course,' the man in the brown hat said, 'there are good policemen and policemen, you know.' 'You are right,' the young man said.'Yes. That's very true. Isn't, Julie?' He looked at the young woman next to him. Julie didn't answer and looked bored. She closed her eyes. 'Julie's my wife,'the young man told the man in the brown hat. 'She doesn't like trains. She always feels ill on trains.' Oh yes?'the man in the brown hat said. 'Now my wife she doesn't like buses. She nearly had an accident on a bus once. It was last year... No,no,it wasn't. It was two years ago. I remember now. It was in Manchester.' He told a long, boring story about his wife and a bus in Manchester.
It was a hot day and the train was slow. There were seven people in the carriage. There was the man in the brown hat; the young man and his wife, Julie; a mother and two children;and a tall dark man in an expensive suit.
The young man's name was Bill. He had short brown hair and a happy smile. His wife, Julie, had long red hair and very green eyes-the colour of sea water. They were very beautiful eyes.
The man in the brown hat talked and talked. He had a big red face and a loud voice. He talked to Bill because Bill liked to talk too. The man in the brown hat laughed a lot, and when he laughed, Bill laughed too. Bill liked talking and laughing with people.
The two children were hot and bored. They didn't want to sit down. They wanted to be noisy and run up and down the train.
'Now sit down and be quiet,' their mother said. She was a small woman with a tired face and a tired voice.
'I don't want to sit down,' the littel boy said. 'I'm thirsty.'
'Here. Have an orange,' his mother said. She took an orange out of her bag and gave it to him.
'I want an orange too,' the littel girl said loudly.
'All right. Here you are,' said her mother. 'Eat it nicely, now.'
The children are their oranges and were quiet for a minute.
Then the little boy said, 'I want a drink. 'I am thirsty.