Mr. Collect was ⓐonce a carpenter. But now he was 76 years old, so he didn’t ⓑgo to work. He watched TV ⓒall day long.

He had a strange habit. He didn’t ⓓthrow away things. So his room ⓔwas full of newspapers, cans, bottles, and old clothes. One day he met Jenny on the street. She was crying. “What’s the matter?” he asked her. “My brother’s puppy   ⓕ  my doll’s dress.” “That’s too bad, Jenny,” said Mr. Collect. “Let’s see. I will help you.”