Read an extract from a novel and answer questions. 'Come along, young fellow,' shouted Mr. Watson. "I'll show you the school room." He swept out of the drawing-room with giant strides, and Philip hurriedly limped behind him. He was taken into a long, bare room with two tables that ran along its whole length; on each side of them were wooden forms. "Nobody much here yet," said Mr. Watson. "I'll just show you the playground, and then I'll leave you to shift for yourself." Mr. Watson led the way. Philip found himself in a large playground with high brick walls on three sides of it. On the fourth was an iron railing through which you saw a vast lawn and beyond this some of the buildings of King's School. One small boy was wandering disconsolately, kicking up the gravel as he walked. "Hulloa, Venning," shouted Mr. Watson. "When did you turn up?" The small boy came forward and shook hands. "Here's a new boy. He's older and bigger than you, so don't you bully him." The headmaster glared amicably at the two children, filling them with fear by the roar of his voice, and then with a guffaw left them. "What's your name?" "Carey." "What's your father?" "He's dead." "Oh! Does your mother wash?" "My mother's dead, too." Philip thought this answer would cause the boy a certain awkwardness, but Venning was not to be turned from his facetiousness for so little. "Well, did she wash?" he went on. "Yes," said Philip indignantly. "She was a washerwoman then?" "No, she wasn't." "Then she didn't wash." The little boy crowed with delight at the success of his dialectic. Then he caught sight of Philip's feet. "What's the matter with your foot?" Philip instinctively tried to withdraw it from sight. He hid it behind the one which was whole. "I've got a club-foot," he answered. "How did you get it?" "I've always had it." "Let's have a look." "No." "Don't then." The little boy accompanied the words with a sharp kick on Philip's shin, which Philip did not expect and thus could not guard against. The pain was so great that it made him gasp, but greater than the pain was the surprise. He did not know why Venning kicked him. He did not have the presence of mind to give him a black eye. Besides, the boy was smaller than he, and he had read in The Boy's Own paper that it was a mean thing to hit anyone smaller than yourself. While Philip was nursing his shin a third boy appeared, and his tormentor left him. In a little while he noticed that the pair were talking about him, and he felt they were looking at his feet. He grew hot and uncomfortable. But others arrived, a dozen together, and then more, and they began to talk about their doings during the holidays, where they had been, and what wonderful cricket they had played. A few new boys appeared, and with these presently Philip found himself talking. He was shy and nervous. He was anxious to make himself pleasant, but he could not think of anything to say. He was asked a great many questions and answered them all quite willingly. One boy asked him whether he could play cricket. "No," answered Philip. "I've got a club-foot." The boy looked down quickly and reddened. Philip saw that he felt he had asked an unseemly question. He was too shy to apologise and looked at Philip awkwardly. For items 1–7 сhoose option TRUE if the statement agrees with the information given in the text; FALSE if the statement contradicts the information given in the text; NOT STATED if the information is not given in the text. 1. The classroom Mr. Watson led Philip into was empty but for a couple of tables and benches. 2. Mr. Watson was head teacher of King’s School, situated in the suburbs. 3. Venning liked his own joke about Philip’s mother he played on the boy. 4. When Venning kicked him, Philip gave him a black look. 5. Philip wanted to punch Venning in the face but lost his nerve. 6. Philip reluctantly answered the boys’ questions. 7. When asked if he could play cricket, Philip thought the question was rude.
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Read an extract from a novel and answer questions.

 'Come along, young fellow,' shouted Mr\. Watson\. "I'll show you the school room\."   
 He swept out of the drawing\-room with giant strides, and Philip hurriedly limped behind him\. He was taken into a long, bare room with two tables that ran along its whole length; on each side of them were wooden forms\.   
 "Nobody much here yet," said Mr\. Watson\. "I'll just show you the playground, and then I'll leave you to shift for yourself\."   
 Mr\. Watson led the way\. Philip found himself in a large playground with high brick walls on three sides of it\. On the fourth was an iron railing through which you saw a vast lawn and beyond this some of the buildings of King's School\. One small boy was wandering disconsolately, kicking up the gravel as he walked\.   
 "Hulloa, Venning," shouted Mr\. Watson\. "When did you turn up?"   
 The small boy came forward and shook hands\.   
 "Here's a new boy\. He's older and bigger than you, so don't you bully him\."   
 The headmaster glared amicably at the two children, filling them with fear by the roar of his voice, and then with a guffaw left them\.   
 "What's your name?"   
 "Carey\."   
 "What's your father?"   
 "He's dead\."   
 "Oh\! Does your mother wash?"   
 "My mother's dead, too\."   
 Philip thought this answer would cause the boy a certain awkwardness, but Venning was not to be turned from his facetiousness for so little\.   
 "Well, did she wash?" he went on\.   
 "Yes," said Philip indignantly\.   
 "She was a washerwoman then?"   
 "No, she wasn't\."  
 "Then she didn't wash\."   
 The little boy crowed with delight at the success of his dialectic\. Then he caught sight of Philip's feet\.   
 "What's the matter with your foot?"   
 Philip instinctively tried to withdraw it from sight\. He hid it behind the one which was whole\.   
 "I've got a club\-foot," he answered\.   
 "How did you get it?"   
 "I've always had it\."   
 "Let's have a look\."   
 "No\."   
 "Don't then\."   
 The little boy accompanied the words with a sharp kick on Philip's shin, which Philip did not expect and thus could not guard against\. The pain was so great that it made him gasp, but greater than the pain was the surprise\. He did not know why Venning kicked him\. He did not have the presence of mind to give him a black eye\. Besides, the boy was smaller than he, and he had read in The Boy's Own paper that it was a mean thing to hit anyone smaller than yourself\. While Philip was nursing his shin a third boy appeared, and his tormentor left him\. In a little while he noticed that the pair were talking about him, and he felt they were looking at his feet\. He grew hot and uncomfortable\.   
 But others arrived, a dozen together, and then more, and they began to talk about their doings during the holidays, where they had been, and what wonderful cricket they had played\. A few new boys appeared, and with these presently Philip found himself talking\. He was shy and nervous\. He was anxious to make himself pleasant, but he could not think of anything to say\. He was asked a great many questions and answered them all quite willingly\. One boy asked him whether he could play cricket\.   
 "No," answered Philip\. "I've got a club\-foot\."   
 The boy looked down quickly and reddened\. Philip saw that he felt he had asked an unseemly question\. He was too shy to apologise and looked at Philip awkwardly\.

For items 1–7 сhoose option TRUE if the statement agrees with the information given in the text; FALSE if the statement contradicts the information given in the text; NOT STATED if the information is not given in the text.

1. The classroom Mr. Watson led Philip into was empty but for a couple of tables and benches. ...
2. Mr. Watson was head teacher of King’s School, situated in the suburbs. ...
3. Venning liked his own joke about Philip’s mother he played on the boy. ...
4. When Venning kicked him, Philip gave him a black look. ...
5. Philip wanted to punch Venning in the face but lost his nerve. ...
6. Philip reluctantly answered the boys’ questions. ...
7. When asked if he could play cricket, Philip thought the question was rude. ...