input: Make use of the article to answer the questions. My name is Sandra. Let me tell you the story of the best meal I ever had. 

I was sitting on the school bench outside Springfield Elementary School, waiting to pick up my granddaughter. She is a real cutie, and I am very proud of her grades. To pass the time, I played my triangle. In my youth, I was a triangle player in a large New York band, the Black Triangles. We all wore full black costumes every time we played. 

"What lovely triangle music! You make me think of a friend I had once upon a time." 

A strange lady, about my age, was standing next to me, talking! She was holding a trumpet. It turns out the strange lady was my old friend and Black Triangle trumpet player Matilda. We hadn't seen each other since New York. Matilda told me she wanted to keep in touch, but couldn't remember what I looked like! We found out that all we remembered were the black costumes we always wore! It turns out; Matilda was also there to pick someone up from school. 

"Well, Sandra, why don't you join me and my grandson for lunch? There is a lovely Thai place right down the road.' 

We went there with my granddaughter and her grandson, and had a delicious meal. Our grandchildren got married 15 years later. 1. What is the narrator's name?
2. What is her story about?
3. Where was she sitting?
4. On what?
5. Why?
6. What is she proud of?
7. What did she do to pass the time?
8. What did she do in her youth?
9. Where?
numbered_answers: 1. Sandra.
2. The best meal she ever had.
3. Outside Springfield Elementary School.
4. The school bench.
5. She was waiting to pick up her granddaughter.
6. Her grades.
7. Played her triangle.
8. She was a triangle player in a band.
9. New York.

input: Make use of the article to answer the questions. CHAPTER 7 

Mr and Mrs Squeers at Home 

Mr Squeers, being safely landed, left Nicholas and the boys standing with the luggage in the road, to amuse themselves by looking at the coach as it changed horses, while he ran into the tavern and went through the leg-stretching process at the bar. After some minutes, he returned, with his legs thoroughly stretched, if the hue of his nose and a short hiccup afforded any criterion; and at the same time there came out of the yard a rusty pony-chaise, and a cart, driven by two labouring men. 

'Put the boys and the boxes into the cart,' said Squeers, rubbing his hands; 'and this young man and me will go on in the chaise. Get in, Nickleby.' 

Nicholas obeyed. Mr. Squeers with some difficulty inducing the pony to obey also, they started off, leaving the cart-load of infant misery to follow at leisure. 

'Are you cold, Nickleby?' inquired Squeers, after they had travelled some distance in silence. 

'Rather, sir, I must say.' 

'Well, I don't find fault with that,' said Squeers; 'it's a long journey this weather.' 

'Is it much farther to Dotheboys Hall, sir?' asked Nicholas. 

'About three mile from here,' replied Squeers. 'But you needn't call it a Hall down here.' 

Nicholas coughed, as if he would like to know why. 

'The fact is, it ain't a Hall,' observed Squeers drily. 

'Oh, indeed!' said Nicholas, whom this piece of intelligence much astonished. 

'No,' replied Squeers. 'We call it a Hall up in London, because it sounds better, but they don't know it by that name in these parts. A man may call his house an island if he likes; there's no act of Parliament against that, I believe?'  1. what are they waiting on?
2. why did they stop traveling for a bit?
3. what was he doing inside?
4. How long did he spend in there?
5. Where did they put their belongings?
6. where did they get in?
numbered_answers:
1. Mr Squeers
2. the tavern
3. the leg-stretching process
4. some minutes
5. into the cart
6. the cart