comingclean（典范英语八第二篇）
第二篇 Coming Clean
Old Baggy-Pants
Derek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.
‘They’re so crumpled and baggy,’ Janey said.
‘And grubby and thick,’ said Derek.
‘Like a pair of old dish-cloths.’
‘And he wears them all the time.’
‘I don’t think he’s got any others.’
‘Old Baggy-Pants, that’s what he is ,’Derek added, sticking his fork into his jam roly-poly.
‘I wish he’d get some new ones,’ Janey sighed.
At that moment Old Baggy-Pants himself came into the hall. Janey’s mouth fell open and Derek could see the mashed up jam roly-poly inside.
‘What’s up ’ he said.
Janey blinked and pointed . There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it . Everyone in the hall stopped eating and stared at him .
‘Carry on ,everyone,’ said Mr Such, a bit red in the face.’Carry on eating.’
‘Wow!’ said Derek, leaning across his plate. ‘He looks so
different.’
‘He looks smart,’said Janey firmly. ‘And about time, too.’Later that afternoon Janey’s class trooped back imto the hall for .
‘I like the suit, sir,’ Janey told Mr Such as they filed in.
‘Thank you , Janey. It’s for Parents’ Evening, really.’‘Parents’ Evening’
‘Yes, I have to look my best for that, don’t I
‘But that’s not till Monday, Mr Such,’ Derek said.
‘I know that, Derek. I’m just getting used to it .’
While they were talking, Mrs Venn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of custard in her arms.
She was so shocked to see Mr Such in his bright new suit she gave a little jump. ‘Oh my gosh !’ she cried.
She grabbed one of the hall curtains to steady herself. The custard looped into the air, straight for Mr Such.
Derek saw it coming and stepped smartly in the way .The custard wobbled through the air and flopped against Derek’s vest. Everyone fell silent. Derek stood there, looking sad and stunned . And covered in cold custard.
‘Well done ,Derek,’ said Mr Such. ‘You’ve saved my brand new suit.’
Derek tried to smile but by then the custard was oozing into
his shorts.
After break , Mr Such changed back into his dish-cloth trousers.
‘Please keep clear of this,’ he said, hanging his new suit on the cupboard door. ‘Keep well clear.’
A Lovely green colour
The last lesson of the day was art . They had to paint interesting faces .Janey was doing a monster. She put blood –shot bits in his eyes, a bolt through his neck and green stuff co
ming out of his nose. She was pleased with the green stuff, but she’d mixed up too much. She asked Derek if he wanted some.
‘I do n’t need any green stuff, Janey,’he said . ‘I’m doing a footballer.’
‘Well, he could have green stuff coming out of his nose, couldn’t he ’she said.
‘No,’ said Derek. ‘He couldn’t.’
‘You could use it for the background. Like grass.’
‘I’m not having my footballer running around on green stuff from a monster’s nose, thank you,’ said Derek.
He nudged Janey’s elbow, and green stuff spilled over the desk.
He tried to stop it trickling onto the floor.
Then he reached behind him and rubbed his hands on the towel. Except that it wasn’t the towel.
‘Oh,’ he said quietly . ‘What have I done’
Janey could see what had had wiped his hands on Mr Such’s new trousers.
‘You’ve done it now,’she said. ‘Old Baggy-Pants’ll go up the wall when he sees this.’
curtainsMr Such was on the other side of the room . He looked up and smiled at them.
‘Are you getting on all right, you two ’ he asked.
‘Yes ,thand you ,sir,’ said Janey brightly.
She didn’t dare tell him the truth.
She grabbed some paper and started to rub at the green marks.
‘You daft clod,’ said Derek, ‘you’re making them worse. They’re twice as big now.’
They were. Janey looked at Derek and thought hard.
‘There’s only one thing for it now ,’she said.
‘What’s that’
‘Put them back on the hanger. Then we can clean them up after school.’
When Mr Such came over to look at their pictures, the suit was still swing slightly on the cupboard door.
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I love that shade of green, Janey. That’s a lovely colour.’
At home time Mr Such pottered around for ages and would not leave them on their own. They stacked chairs as slowly as chairs have ever
been stacked .Then, at last, he wandered off to the staffroom.

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