The way to King Street 

Last week Mrs. Mills went to London .

She does not know London very well, and she lost her way.

Suddenly, she saw a man near a bus stop.

‘I can ask him the way,' she said to herself.

‘Excuse me,' she said. ‘Can you tell me the way to King Street , please?'

The man smiled pleasantly.

He did not understand English!

He spoke German.

He was a tourist.

Then he put his hand into his pocket, and took out a phrasebook.

He opened the book and found a phrase.

He read the phrase slowly. ‘I am sorry,' he said. ‘I do not speak English.'