Read the text and do the tasks following it: My uncle Tom used to work on the railway. It wasn't a big station. Only about two trains a day stopped there, and Tom was a station master, chief porter and signalman all in one; in fact Tom did any work that came along, and there wasn't a happier man in the whole of England.

The waiting room of the station was cleaned every day by the chief cleaner (Tom). The chairs were polished by the chief polisher (Tom). The tickets were sold and collected by the chief ticket collector (Tom) – sometimes there were as many as four tickets a day – and the money was counted by the chief clerk (Tom).

The station was run very well. Tom was very strict about the "rules". He knew what a passenger was allowed to do and what he wasn't allowed to do; where a passenger was allowed to smoke and where he wasn't allowed to smoke.

He was there for 50 years and he never missed a single day and then he had to retire. Well, a little "farewell ceremony" was planned by the Railway Company and a man from the head office was asked to go to the station for the ceremony.

Tom was thanked and given a small cheque as a present. Tom was very pleased, of course, but he said: "I don't need the money, but can I have, instead, something that will remind me of the happy days I have spent here? Could the Company let me have a part of an old railway carriage, just one compartment? It doesn't matter how old and broken it is; I want to put it into my back garden and every day I could go and sit in it."

About a week later a compartment was sent and placed in his back garden. Tom worked at it. He cleaned it and painted it and polished it, and in a week or so it looked very nice.

One day, about a year after Tom retired, we decided to visit him. It was a bad day for a visit, it was raining hard. We knocked but there was no answer. However, the door wasn't locked and we went in. There was no one inside and we went out at the back. Sure enough, he was there, but he wasn't sitting in the carriage, he was outside, on the step of the carriage, smoking a pipe. His head was covered with a sack and the rain was running down his back.

"Hello Tom," I said, "why are you sitting there, why don't you go inside the carriage out of the rain?"

"Can't you see?" said Tom, "the carriage they sent me was a nonsmoker".

(From "Essential English" by C.E. Eckersley)