I remember it very well. I was poor often didn’t have money for bread. I had a friend. He was а poor writer too. Once we needed three dollars. We had to have money by evening. I don’t know where to go and where to get three dollars. For a hour I was walking along the streets of Washington. At last I came to the big hotel. I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa to have a rest. Suddenly a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. It was a nice dog and began to play with it. I was playing with the dog when a man came into the hall. I knew the man at once. It was General Miles. He saw the dog and liked it at once. “Do you want to sell it?” the general asked me. “three dollars” I answered. “ Price of three dollars is too little for such the dog. Do you want more?” he said. I didn’t, so he took the dog and went to elevator. Ten minutes later old man came into the hall. He was looking for something. “Are you looking for the dog, sir?” I asked. “ Yes ,” said old man. I promised old man to find the dog for three dollars and went to the General Miles’s room. The general had to return the dog and of course I returned him money. But old man paid me three dollars I had earned.
