Joe came to New York from the Middle West, dreaming about painting. Delia came to New York from the South, dreaming about music. Joe and Delia met in a studio. Before long they were good friends and got married. They had only a small flat to live in, but they were happy. They loved each other, and they were both interested in art. Everything was fine until one day they found they had spent all their money. Delia decided to give music lessons. One afternoon she said to her husband: "Joe, , I've found a pupil, a general's daughter. She is a sweet girl. I'm to give three lessons a week and get $5 a lesson." But Joe was not glad. "But how about me?" he said." Do you think I'm going to watch you work while I play with my art? No, I want to earn some money too." "Joe, , you are silly," said Delia. "You must keep at your studies. We can live quite happily on $15 a week." "Well, perhaps I can sell some of my pictures," said Joe. Every day they parted in the morning and met in the evening. A week passed and Delia brought home fifteen dollars, but she looked a little tired. "Clementina sometimes gets on my nerves. I'm afraid she doesn't practice enough. But the general is the nicest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe." And then Joe took eighteen dollars out of his pocket. "I've sold one of my pictures to a man from Peoria," he said, "and he has ordered another." "I'm so glad," said Delia. "Thirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before. We'll have a good supper tonight." Next week Joe came home and put another eighteen dollars on the table. In half an hour Delia came, her right hand in a bandage. "What's the matter with your hand?" said Joe. Delia laughed and said: "Oh, a funny thing happened! Clemantina gave me a plate of soup and spilled some of it on my hand. She was very sorry for it. And so was the old general. But why are you looking at me like that, Joe?" "What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Delia?" "Five o'clock, I think. The iron-I mean the soup-was ready about five, Why?" "Delia, come and sit here," said Joe. He drew her to the couch and sat beside her. "What do you do every day, Delia? Do you really give music lesson? Tell me the truth." She began to cry. "I couldn't get any pupils," she said, "So I got a place in a laundry ironing shirts. This afternoon a girl accidentally set down an iron on my hand and I got a bad burn. But tell me, Joe, how did you guess that I wasn't giving music lessons?" "It's very simple," said Joe. "I knew all about your bandages because I had to send them upstairs to a girl in the laundry who had an accident with a hot iron. You see, I work in the engine-room of the same laundry where you work." "And your pictures? Did you sell any to that man from Peoria?" "Well, _ And then they both laughed.
Where did Joe come from?
Where did he move to?
Where did Delia move to?
Where did she move from?
What was she dreaming about?
Where did they meet?
Did they get married?
What did Delia decide?
How many lessons a week/
How much money for each lesson?
Did Joe want to make money?
How much can they live happily on?
How much money did Delia bring home?
How much did Joe take home?
What happened to Delia's hand?
Who did that?
What time did this happen?
What actually happened to her hand?
Where does Delia actually work?
Where does Joe work?
he Middle West
he Middle West
New York
 New York
New York
New York
the South
the South
music
music
in a studio
 in a studio
yes
y were good friends and got married
to give music lessons
to give music lessons
three
three lessons a week
Five
$5
yes
 I want to earn some money too."
$15 a week
$15 a week
fifteen dollars
fifteen dollars
eighteen dollars
eighteen dollars
soup was spilled on it
soup and spilled some of it on my hand
Clemantina
Clemantina
Five o'clock
Five o'clock
set down an iron on her hand
set down an iron on my hand 
in a laundry
in a laundry
the engine-room of the same laundry
the engine-room of the same laundry