There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.
There was a girl named Valliammai who was called Valli for short. She was eight years old and verycurious about things. Her favourite pastime wasstanding in the front doorway of her house,watching what was happening in the street outside.
There were no playmates of her own age on herstreet, and this was about all she had to do.But for Valli, standing at the front door was everybit as enjoyable as any of the elaborate games otherchildren played. Watching the street gave her manynew unusual experiences.
WOW!
The most fascinating thing of all was the busthat travelled between her village and the nearesttown. It passed through her street each hour, oncegoing to the town and once coming back. The sightof the bus, filled each time with a new set ofpassengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli
She had a strong urge to take a bus ride to explore the adventurous bus journey. Hence, she collected information about the bus timings by listening to the conversations of the people taking the bus ride. Soon she learnt that the bus journey from her village to the nearest town was approximately six miles. The bus fare cost thirty paise for a one way ride. So, Valli started saving enough money to take a ride on the bus.
The town is six miles from our village.The fare is thirty paise one way “which is almost nothing at all,”
I can travel in the bus during the afternoon when my mother would be asleep.
Valli was standing on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The bus arrived.
“Stop the bus! Stop the bus!”
“Hurry then! Tell whoever it is to come quickly.
It’s me, I’m the one who has to get on.
Oh, really! You don’t say so!
Yes, I simply have to go to town
Here’s my money
Okay, okay, but first you must get on the bus
Conductor stretched out a hand to help her up.
Never mind. I can get on by myself.You don’t have to help me.
Oh,please don’t be angry with me, my fine madam.