Rose: Bob! Come here! Whose shoes are these? They look like yours.
Bob:Let me see. These shoes aren't mine.
Rose: Whose shoes are they then?
Bob: They're Bill's, I think.
Rose: Come here, Bill. Are these shoes yours?
Bill:Which shoes?
Rose: Those under the tree.
Bill: Let me see. Yes, they're mine! They're my shoes.
Rose: Put them on, Bill. You must look after your shoes!
Bill: OK. Thank you, Rose.
Rose: You're welcome.