Soapy sat on a seat inMadison Square, New York, and looked up at the sky. A dead leaf fell onto hisarm.1 was coming, and Soapy knew that he must makehis plans. He moved unhappily on his seat.
He wanted three monthsin a nice, warm prison (监狱), withfood and good friends. This is2 heusually spent his winter. And now it was time, because, at night on his seat inthe square, three newspapers did not3thecold.
So Soapy decided to goto prison, and at once began to try his4 plan. It was usually5. Heate dinner at an expensive restaurant. Then he told them he had no6 and they called a policeman. Nice and easy,with no trouble.
7 Soapy left his seat, and walked slowly alongthe street. Soon he came to a bright restaurant on Broadway. But when Soapywent8 the restaurant, the waiter saw Soapy's dirtyold trousers and9 shoes. Strong hands turned him round andhelped him out into the street again.
Now he had to10 something different. Soapy walked and walked. Hestopped in front of a shop window and looked at it. It was nice and bright, andeverybody in the street could see him. Slowly and11 hepicked up a stone and threw it at the window. The12 broke with a loud noise. People ran round thecorner and Soapy was13,because the man in front of him was a policeman. Soapy did not move. He14 therewith his hands in his pockets, and he smiled. "I'll15 bein prison now," he thought.
