Mr. King taught English in a middle school. He was very busy all the time and couldn't {#blank#}1{#/blank#} some reading. So he left the school and {#blank#}2{#/blank#} (open) a bookshop in the center of the town, {#blank#}3{#/blank#} there were lots of people coming and going. It wasn't big enough but all the books were nice and most people liked to {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (buy) some there. When the shop was closed, he could {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (read) at home. He knew a lot and the learned persons were glad to make {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (friend) with him. It was Sunday and it was cold outside. Mr. King was very busy. At nine in the evening all the buyers left {#blank#}7{#/blank#} a girl. She was dressed up and {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (wait) for somebody there. Standing by the shelves, she looked over the books one after another. It {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (make) them in a fearful mess. Mr. King came up to her and asked, "Excuse me, madam. What can I do for you?" "Your books are all dull," said the girl. "I want an interesting one." "That's easy," Mr. King smiled. He {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (take) out a cookbook and said, "Here you are, madam.