2011-04-24

I entered the hotel manager's office and sat down. I had just lost $50 and I left very upset. 'I left the money in my room,' I said, 'and it's not there now.' The manager was sympathetic, but he could do nothing. 'Everyone's losing money these day,' he said. He starded to complain about this wicked world but was interrupted by a knock at the door. A girl came in and put an envelope on his desk. It contained $50. ' I found this outsaid this gentleman's room, ' she said. 'Well.' I said to the manager, 'there is still some honesty in this world!'

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Breakfast or Lunch ?

It was sunday. I never get up early on sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time. Last sunday I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside. 'What a day !' I thought. 'It's raining again.' Just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. 'I'm coming to see you.'
           'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
           'What are you doing ?' she asked.
           'I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.
           'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always get up so late ? It's one o'clock !'