Soapy sat on a seat in Madison Square, New York, and looked up at the sky. A dead leaf fell onto his arm. 1 was coming, and Soapy knew that he must make his plans. He moved unhappily on his seat.
He wanted three months in a nice, warm prison (监狱), with food and good friends. This is 2 he usually spent his winter. And now it was time, because, at night on his seat in the square, three newspapers did not 3the cold.
So Soapy decided to go to prison, and at once began to try his 4 plan. It was usually 5. He ate dinner at an expensive restaurant. Then he told them he had no 6 and they called a policeman. Nice and easy, with no trouble.
7 Soapy left his seat, and walked slowly along the street. Soon he came to a bright restaurant on Broadway. But when Soapy went 8 the restaurant, the waiter saw Soapy's dirty old trousers and 9 shoes. Strong hands turned him round and helped him out into the street again.
Now he had to 10 something different. Soapy walked and walked. He stopped in front of a shop window and looked at it. It was nice and bright, and everybody in the street could see him. Slowly and 11 he picked up a stone and threw it at the window. The 12 broke with a loud noise. People ran round the corner and Soapy was 13, because the man in front of him was a policeman. Soapy did not move. He 14 there with his hands in his pockets, and he smiled. "I'll 15 be in prison now," he thought.
