I wrote to Mr Wood last week and asked him to give you a job on the farm.

They walked with him to an old wooden building near the farmhouse.

I worked on Mr Wood's farm when I was young.

We appointed Mr Wood chairman.

Linda Wood was standing at the door.

"What shall we do with the rubbish, Mr Wood?", asked Pip.

And he worked very hard for Mr Wood.

But the boys spent all their holidays on Mr Wood's farm.

Now, said Mr Wood.

Mrs. Wood was a very good cook.

He ate Mrs Wood's good country food, and drank a lot of milk.

Mr Wood has his secretary type his letters.

Mr Wood loved Linda dearly.

Mr Wood was like a father to Tony.

Mr Wood had no sons.

Mr Wood came into the field.

Mr Wood came to the door and spoke to Tony's mother.

Please give him a job, Mr Wood.

"Would you like to work for me, Tony?" asked Mr Wood.

Mrs. Wood was a very good cook.