input: CHAPTER 22.

"Young blighted Albert," said Keggs the butler, shifting his weight so that it distributed itself more comfortably over the creaking chair in which he reclined, "let this be a lesson to you, young feller me lad."

The day was a week after Lord Marshmoreton's visit to London, the hour six o'clock. The housekeeper's room, in which the upper servants took their meals, had emptied. Of the gay company which had just finished dinner only Keggs remained, placidly digesting. Albert, whose duty it was to wait on the upper servants, was moving to and fro, morosely collecting the plates and glasses. The boy was in no happy frame of mind. Throughout dinner the conversation at table had dealt almost exclusively with the now celebrated elopement of Reggie Byng and his bride, and few subjects could have made more painful listening to Albert.

"What's been the result and what I might call the upshot," said Keggs, continuing his homily, "of all your making yourself so busy and thrusting of yourself forward and meddling in the affairs of your elders and betters? The upshot and issue of it 'as been that you are out five shillings and nothing to show for it. Five shillings what you might have spent on some good book and improved your mind! And goodness knows it wants all the improving it can get, for of all the worthless, idle little messers it's ever been my misfortune to have dealings with, you are the champion. Be careful of them plates, young man, and don't breathe so hard. You 'aven't got hasthma or something, 'ave you?" 1. What kind of job does Keggs do?
2. Who is he talking to?
3. Is he lecturing him?
4. Who is older?
5. Where are they?
6. What kind of job does Albert have?
7. Is Keggs one of them?
8. Who eats here?
9. What meal had just ended?
10. Did Albert like the topic everyone was talking about?
11. Who had gotten married?
12. To who?
13. How did they marry?
14. Are most people happy about it?
15. Is Albert?
16. Who had gone to London?
17. How long after that was this conversation?
18. How much money did Keggs feel Albert wasted?
19. What should he have done with it?
20. What for? Return numbered answers in your output.

output: 1. butler
2. Albert
3. yes
4. Keggs
5. The housekeeper's room
6. wait on the upper servants
7. yes
8. upper servants
9. dinner
10. no
11. Reggie
12. bride
13. elopement
14. yes
15. no
16. Lord Marshmoreton'
17. hour six
18. Five shillings
19. book
20. improved your mind

input: CHAPTER XXI

DICK MAKES A BOLD VENTURE

Some delicate and important work was being done, and Stuyvesant had had his lunch sent up to the dam. Bethune and Dick joined him afterwards, and sat in the shade of a big traveling crane. Stuyvesant and Dick were hot and dirty, for it was not their custom to be content with giving orders when urgent work was going on. Bethune looked languid and immaculately neat. His speciality was mathematics, and he said he did not see why the man with mental talents should dissipate his energy by using his hands.

"It's curious about that French liner," Stuyvesant presently remarked. "I understand her passengers have been waiting since yesterday and she hasn't arrived."

"The last boat cut out Santa Brigida without notice," Bethune replied. "My opinion of the French is that they're a pretty casual lot."

"On the surface. They smile and shrug where we set our teeth, but when you get down to bed-rock you don't find much difference. I thought as you do, until I went over there and saw a people that run us close for steady, intensive industry. Their small cultivators are simply great. I'd like to put them on our poorer land in the Middle West, where we're content with sixteen bushels of wheat that's most fit for chicken feed to the acre. Then what they don't know about civil engineering isn't worth learning."

Bethune made a gesture of agreement. "They're certainly fine engineers and they're putting up a pretty good fight just now, but these Latins puzzle me. Take the Iberian branch of the race, for example. We have Spanish peons here who'll stand for as much work and hardship as any Anglo-Saxon I've met. Then an educated Spaniard's hard to beat for intellectual subtlety. Chess is a game that's suited to my turn of mind, but I've been badly whipped in Santa Brigida. They've brains and application, and yet they don't progress. What's the matter with them, anyway?" 1. What was Bethune's specialty?
2. Who had his lunch sent to the dam?
3. Who joined him afterwards?
4. Who was dirty?
5. Who was not dirty?
6. Had he been working with his hands?
7. Did he want to work with his hands?
8. Was the boat they mentioned late?
9. How long were people waiting for it?
10. What nationality was in charge of that boat?
11. What does Bethune think of them?
12. Did the person who replied to Bethune agree?
13. Did they used to agree? Return numbered answers in your output.

output: 1. mathematics
2. Stuyvesant
3. Bethune and Dick
4. Stuyvesant and Dick
5. Bethune
6. No
7. No
8. Yes
9. since yesterday
10. French
11. they're a pretty casual lot
12. No
13. yes

input: CHAPTER XXIII HOPE

"Faith, Madame!" said Sir Andrew, seeing that Marguerite seemed desirous to call her surly host back again, "I think we'd better leave him alone. We shall not get anything more out of him, and we might arouse his suspicions. One never knows what spies may be lurking around these God-forsaken places."

"What care I?" she replied lightly, "now I know that my husband is safe, and that I shall see him almost directly!"

"Hush!" he said in genuine alarm, for she had talked quite loudly, in the fulness of her glee, "the very walls have ears in France, these days."

He rose quickly from the table, and walked round the bare, squalid room, listening attentively at the door, through which Brogard has just disappeared, and whence only muttered oaths and shuffling footsteps could be heard. He also ran up the rickety steps that led to the attic, to assure himself that there were no spies of Chauvelin's about the place.

"Are we alone, Monsieur, my lacquey?" said Marguerite, gaily, as the young man once more sat down beside her. "May we talk?"

"As cautiously as possible!" he entreated.

"Faith, man! but you wear a glum face! As for me, I could dance with joy! Surely there is no longer any cause for fear. Our boat is on the beach, the FOAM CREST not two miles out at sea, and my husband will be here, under this very roof, within the next half hour perhaps. Sure! there is naught to hinder us. Chauvelin and his gang have not yet arrived." 1. Is Sir Andrew married?
2. who is Magurerite?
3. Were the walls paperthin?
4. Who was speaking loudly?
5. Who wanted her to be more quieter?
6. Why did Magureite wanted to know if they were alone?
7. Who was sad?
8. what was the boat's name?
9. when is her husband arriving
10. Did chavelin and his gang come yet? Return numbered answers in your output.

output:
1. unknown
2. unknown
3. the walls have ears
4. Marguerite did
5. Sir Andrew
6. she wanted to talk
7. unknown
8. FOAM CREST
9. within the next half hour perhaps
10. no