Ingles

A Short storu :the landlady
Billy weaver had traveled down from london on the slow afternoon train ,with a change at swindon on the way.and by the time he goy to bath is uas about nine o´clock in the evening.... billy was seventeen years old.he was wearing a new nacy-blue overcoat,a ner brown trilby hat,and a new brown suit ,and he was feeling fine>he walked briskly downthe steet....there were no shps on this wide street that he was walking along,only a lne of tall houses on each side,all them identical. suddenhy, in a downstairs window that was brilliantly illuminated by a street lamp not six yards away,billy caugeht sight of a printed notice propped up against the glass in one of the upper panes.it said BED AND BREAKFAST... he sropped walding.he moved a bit closer...it looked to him as though it would be a pretty decent house to stay in. he pressed the bell ...normally you ring rhe bell and you have at least a half minute´s wait before the door opens
.but this dame waslike a jack-in-the-box .he pressed the bell-and out she poped.it looked to him as though it would be a pretty decent house to stay in. he pressed the bell...normally you ring the bell and you have at least a half-minute´s wait before the door opens.but this dame was like a jack-in-the-box.he pressed the bell-and out she popped!it made him jump. she was about forty five or fifty years old,and the moment she saw him ,she gace him a warm welcoming smile...billy took off his hat and srepped over the threshold 'just hang it there'she said 'and let me help you with your coat there were no other hats or coats in the hall.there eure no umbrellas no walding stichs-nothing you see,it ins´t veru often i have the pleasrure of taking a visitor into ny little nest...but i am always readyy fom him and it is such a pleasure nmy der,such a veru great pleasure my dear sru a cery great pleasure ,my dear such a veru great pleasure when nou and again i opern the door and i see someone standing there whois