Mrs Varma took a chair into the garden and sat on it. She cut an apple and ate it. Then She went into her room and brought a news paper and a book from there. She put them on a table in front of her. A boy came out of Mr.Varma's room. He was Mr Varma's room. He was Mr. Varma's servent. His name was Mr.Moti.
He ran to Mrs. Varma and sood infront of her.
Moti: Madam, master is lying on the floor in his room. He is dying.
Mrs varma: What did he see in the room?
Moti: He saw a bag on the table.
Mrs Varma: Did he open it?
Moti: Yes, He did. He took a paper out of the bag and read it. Then he fainted and felldown on the floor. He is lying there , madam.
Mrs Varma: Oh, don't cry, Moti. Master willbe all right. I bought a sari yesterday. The Paper is the bill.
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