READING

we were cold, wet and tired. we'd walked for hours by the sea, following a path that has become smaller and smaller and then stopped. we had been very careless and we hadn't brought a map. Mary, who is more confident than she is reliable, had told me she knew the way and I had believed her. But, of course, she didn't know the way and we were lost. We knew we could be several kilometers  from the neawest house. We sat down under a tree, feeling very sorry for ourselves
suddenly we heard a sound. it was a dog barking, not dar away. we got up and walked on quicky. Aminute later we came to the top of a small hill, and saw a very old stone cottage. An old man with a black dog was looking out from the front door. "oh dea, you look wet" the man called to us. "yes, we're completely lost", mary replied "well", the man said " why don't you come in and get dry ?
we went inside and i started to feel better. We sat next to the fire and the man went into the kitchen