Ellen: Good morning. What a wonderful morning! Don't the flowers smell wonderful?
Philip: Good morning, Ellen. Yes, they do. That's why I'm reading my paper and having my coffee on the patio this morning. Ah, it does smell sweet. How was your school- board meeting last night? You must've come home very late.
Ellen: Did you find the sandwich I made for you?
Philip: Thanks, dear. I was so tired I didn't even finish it.
Ellen: Philip, I've been working on this special project with the school board, and I'd like your opinion about it.
Philip: What is it?Ellen: I've been trying to find a way to encourage reading.
Philip: Good luck!
Ellen: Well, I think I may have found a way to do it.
Philip: Tell me about it. I work with families every day, Ellen. I see how people spend their leisure time-young and old.
Ellen: Mostly watching television. Well, that would be OK if , and I repeat, if people took the time to read.
Philip: I couldn't agree with you more.
Ellen: The question is, how do we get them to read more?
Philip: I think you're going to give me the answer to tha question. You have that looking your eye.
Ellen: I do have an answer, Philip. Or at least I think I do.
Philip: Well, tell me about it.
Ellen: The plan is a simple one. Involve the entire family in a reading project.
Philip: In the home?
Ellen: Yes, in the home. But first in the school-rooms.
Philip: Hmm, interesting. But how do you plan to do that?
Ellen: By arranging with the public schools to schedule one hour a week-to start with. During that time parents are invited to attend-and to read along with the children- their children.
Philip: It can go beyond the school system, Ellen.
Ellen: Really?
Philip: I guarantee you it would go very in the hospitals. My patients-mostly kids-would love to read and be read to.
Ellen: You think so?
Philip: I know so.
Ellen: May be we can experiment with your patients and see how the plan works.
Philip: I love the idea. Would you work with me?
Ellen: I would love to, Philip.
Philip: And that way, we'll spend more time together, Ellen. We just don't see each other anymore.
Ellen: You and I are very busy these days. This is true. We need to find time to be together more, to do things together more-you and I. This would be a wonderful way to accomplish that.
Philip: I have a question.
Ellen: Yes?
Philip: What do we read?
Ellen: To the patients in the ward?
Philip: Yes.
Ellen: Well, let you and I talk about it. What would you like to read to them?
Philip: Mrs. Stewart and I will read a poem by Robert Frost.
Ellen: It's called "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Philip: Would you begin, Ellen?
Ellen: All right. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"by Robert Frost.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Philip: My little horse must think it queer.
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake.
The darkest evening of the year.
Ellen: He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Ellen&Philip: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Grandpa: You two belong on stage! That was wonderful!
Ellen: Grandpa!
Philip: Dad...Robbie. When did you come?
Grandpa: We've been listening to you both. These are lucky kids.
Robbie: Do you enjoy reading together?
Philip: Well, we may read together aloud at home.
Grandpa: You were right, Robbie.
Robbie: I know.
Philip: Good morning, Ellen. Yes, they do. That's why I'm reading my paper and having my coffee on the patio this morning. Ah, it does smell sweet. How was your school- board meeting last night? You must've come home very late.
Ellen: Did you find the sandwich I made for you?
Philip: Thanks, dear. I was so tired I didn't even finish it.
Ellen: Philip, I've been working on this special project with the school board, and I'd like your opinion about it.
Philip: What is it?Ellen: I've been trying to find a way to encourage reading.
Philip: Good luck!
Ellen: Well, I think I may have found a way to do it.
Philip: Tell me about it. I work with families every day, Ellen. I see how people spend their leisure time-young and old.
Ellen: Mostly watching television. Well, that would be OK if , and I repeat, if people took the time to read.
Philip: I couldn't agree with you more.
Ellen: The question is, how do we get them to read more?
Philip: I think you're going to give me the answer to tha question. You have that looking your eye.
Ellen: I do have an answer, Philip. Or at least I think I do.
Philip: Well, tell me about it.
Ellen: The plan is a simple one. Involve the entire family in a reading project.
Philip: In the home?
Ellen: Yes, in the home. But first in the school-rooms.
Philip: Hmm, interesting. But how do you plan to do that?
Ellen: By arranging with the public schools to schedule one hour a week-to start with. During that time parents are invited to attend-and to read along with the children- their children.
Philip: It can go beyond the school system, Ellen.
Ellen: Really?
Philip: I guarantee you it would go very in the hospitals. My patients-mostly kids-would love to read and be read to.
Ellen: You think so?
Philip: I know so.
Ellen: May be we can experiment with your patients and see how the plan works.
Philip: I love the idea. Would you work with me?
Ellen: I would love to, Philip.
Philip: And that way, we'll spend more time together, Ellen. We just don't see each other anymore.
Ellen: You and I are very busy these days. This is true. We need to find time to be together more, to do things together more-you and I. This would be a wonderful way to accomplish that.
Philip: I have a question.
Ellen: Yes?
Philip: What do we read?
Ellen: To the patients in the ward?
Philip: Yes.
Ellen: Well, let you and I talk about it. What would you like to read to them?
Philip: Mrs. Stewart and I will read a poem by Robert Frost.
Ellen: It's called "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Philip: Would you begin, Ellen?
Ellen: All right. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"by Robert Frost.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Philip: My little horse must think it queer.
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake.
The darkest evening of the year.
Ellen: He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Ellen&Philip: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Grandpa: You two belong on stage! That was wonderful!
Ellen: Grandpa!
Philip: Dad...Robbie. When did you come?
Grandpa: We've been listening to you both. These are lucky kids.
Robbie: Do you enjoy reading together?
Philip: Well, we may read together aloud at home.
Grandpa: You were right, Robbie.
Robbie: I know.