A Dog and Three Dollars (by Mark Tw

A Dog and Three Dollars (by Mark Twain) I have always believed that a man must be honest. «Never ask for money you have not earned», I always said. Now I shall tell you a story which will show you how honest I have always been all my life. A few days ago at my friend’s house I met General Miles. General Miles was a nice man and we became great friends very quickly. «Did you live in Washington in 1867?» the general asked me. «Yes, I did,» I answered. «How could it happen that we did not meet then?» said General Miles. «General», said I. «We could not meet then. You forget that you were already a great general then, and I was a poor young writer whom nobody knew and whose books nobody read. You do not remember me, I thought, but we met once in Washington at that time.» I remember it very well. I was poor then and very often I did not have money even for my bread. I had a friend. He was a poor writer too. We lived together. We did everything together: worked, read books, went for walks together. And when we were hungry, we were both hungry. Once we were in need of three dollars. I don’t remember why we needed these three dollars so much, but I remember well that we had to have the money by the evening. «We must get these three dollars,» said my friend. «I shall try to get the money, but you must also try.» I went out of the house, but I did not know where to go and how to get the three dollars. For an hour I was walking along the streets of Washington and was very tired. At last I came to a big hotel. «I shall go in and have a rest,» I thought. I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa. I was sitting there when a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. It was looking for somebody. The dog was nice and I had nothing to do, so I called it and began to play with it. I was playing with the dog, when a man came into the hall. He wore a beautiful uniform and I knew at once that he was General Miles. I knew him by his pictures in the newspapers. «What a beautiful dog!» said he. «Is it your dog?» I did not have time to answer him when he said, «Do you want to sell it?» «Three dollars», I answered at once. «Three dollars?» he asked. «But that is very little. I can give you fifty dollars for it.» «No, no. I only want three dollars.» «Well, it is your dog. If you want three dollars for it, I shall be glad to buy your dog.» General Miles paid me three dollars, took the dog and went up to his room. Ten minutes later an old man came into the hall. He looked round the hall. I could see that he was looking for something. «Are you looking for a dog, sir?» I asked. «Oh, yes! Have you seen it?» said the man. «Your dog was here a few minutes ago and I saw how it went away with a man,» I said. «If you want, I shall try to find it for you.» The man was very happy and asked me to help him. «I shall be glad to help you, but it will take some of my time and…» «I am ready to pay you for your time,» cried the man. «How much do you want for it?» «Three dollars,» answered I. «Three dollars?» said the man. «But it is a very good dog. I shall pay you ten dollars if you find it for me.» «No sir, I want three dollars and not a dollar more,» said I. Then I went up to General Miles’s room. The General was playing with his new dog.» I came here to take the dog back», said I. «But it is not your dog now — I have bought it.

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Dog and A
Three Dollars (by Mark Twain)
I have always believed that a man must be honest. «Never ask for money you have not earned», I always said.

Now I shall tell you a story which will show you how honest I have always been all my life.

A few days ago at my friend's house I met General Miles. General Miles was a nice man and we became great friends very quickly.

«Did you live in Washington in 1867?» The general asked me.

«Yes, I did,» I answered.

«How could it happen that we did not meet then?» Said General Miles.

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«We must get these three dollars, » said my friend. «I shall try to get the money , but you must also try.»

I went out of the house, but I did not know where to go and how to get the three dollars. For an hour I was walking along the streets of Washington and was very tired. At last I came to a big hotel . «I shall go in and have a rest,» I thought.

I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa. I was sitting there when a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. It was looking for somebody. The dog was nice and I had nothing to do, so I called it and began to play with it.

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A Dog and
Three Dollars (by Mark Twain)
I have always believed that a man should be honest. "Never ask for money you haven't earned," I always said.

Now I shall tell you a story that will show you how honest I have always been all my life.

A few days ago at my friend's house I met General Miles. General Miles was a nice man and we became great friends very quickly.

"Did you live in Washington in 1867?" the general asked me.

"Yes, I did," I replied.

"How could it happen that we didn't meet then?" said General Miles.

"General," said I. "We could not meet then. You forget that you were already a great general then, and I was a poor young writer whom nobody knew and whose books nobody read. You don't remember me, I thought, but we met once in Washington at that time."

I remember it very well. I was poor then and very often I didn't have money even for my bread. I had a friend. He was a poor writer too. We lived together. We did everything together: worked, read books, went for walks together. And when we were hungry, we were both hungry. Once we were in need of three dollars. I don't remember why we needed these three dollars so much, but I remember well that we had to have the money by the evening.

"We have to get these three dollars," said my friend. "I'll try to get the money, but you must also try."

I went out of the house, but I didn't know where to go and how to get the three dollars. For an hour I was walking along the streets of Washington and was very tired. At last I came to a big hotel. "I shall go in and have a rest," I thought.

I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa. I was sitting there when a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. It was looking for someone. The dog was nice and I had nothing to do, so I called it and started to play with it.

I was playing with the dog, when a man came into the hall. He wore a beautiful uniform and I knew at once that he was General Miles. I knew him by his pictures in the newspapers. "What a beautiful dog!" he said. "Is it your dog?"

I didn't have time to answer him when he said, "Do you want to sell it?"

"Three dollars," I answered at once.

"Three dollars?" he asked. "But that is very little. I can give you fifty dollars for it."

"No, no. I only want three dollars."

"Well, it is your dog. If you want three dollars for it, I'll be glad to buy your dog."

General Miles paid me three dollars, took the dog and went up to his room.

Ten minutes later an old man came into the hall. He looked round the hall. I could see that he was looking for something.

"Are you looking for a dog, sir?" I asked.

"Oh, yes! Have you seen it?" said the man.

"Your dog was here a few minutes ago and I saw how it went away with a man," I said. "If you want, I'll try to find it for you."

The man was very happy and asked me to help him.

"I'll be glad to help you, but it will take some of my time and..."

"I am ready to pay you for your time," cried the man. "How much do you want for it?"

"Three dollars," I said.

"Three dollars?" said the man. "But it is a very good dog. I'll pay you ten dollars if you find it for me."

"No sir, I want three dollars and not a dollar more," said I.

Then I went up to General Miles's room. The General was playing with his new dog." I came here to take the dog back," I said.

"But it is not your dog now - I have bought it.

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A dog and
Three dollars (by mark twain)
I always believe that one must be honest. "Never asked about money, you never heard of it," I always said.
Now I'll tell you a story about how much honor I've always had in my life.
A few days ago at my friend's house I met general miles. General miles were a nice man and we became great friends very fast.
"Your life in 1867 washington? The general asked me.
Yes, I did.
"How can we not meet? "Said general mills.
"General," said I. "We can't meet again. You forget that you were already a great general then, and I was a poor young writer who nobody knows and whose books nobody reads. You don't remember me, I think, but we were only in Washington at that moment."
I remember it very well. I was poor then and very often I did not have money even for my bread. I had a friend. He is too poor to write. We live together. Everything we do together: work, read books, go for walks together. When we are hungry, we are both hungry. Once we were in need of three dollars. I don't remember why we need these three dollars so much, but I remember well that we had to have the money by the evening.
"We have to make these three dollars love," said my friend. "I should work hard to get money, but you must also work hard."
I went out of the house, but I did not know where to go and how to get the three dollars. For an hour I was walking along the streets of Washington and was very tired. At last I came to a big hotel. "I shall go in and have a rest" I thought.
I went into the hall of the hotel and sat down on a sofa. I was sitting there when a beautiful small dog ran into the hall. This is for someone. The dog was nice and I had nothing to do, so I called it and began to play with it.
I was playing with the dog, when a man came into the hall. He wore a beautiful uniform and I know at once that he was general miles. I know him by his pictures in the newspapers. What a beautiful dog! "Said he. Is this your dog? the United Nations
When I had no time to answer him, he said, "Do you want to choose it? the United Nations
"Three dollars", I answered at once.
"Three dollars"? "He asked. "But it's very small. I can give you five dollars."
"No.no.i only want three dollars."
"OK, this is your dog. If you want three dollars, I'll be happy to buy your house."
General miles pay me three dollars, take the dog and go up to his room.
10 minutes later an old man came into the hall. He looked round the hall. I could see what he was looking for.
"Look at a dog, sir? "I asked.
"Oh, yes! Did you see it? "Said the man.
"Your dog is a little minute ago here and I see how it leaves a person's love," I said. "If you want, I will try my best to find it for you."
The man was very happy and asked me to help him.
"I'd love to help you, but it'il takes some of my time and..."
"I am ready to pay you for your time" "What do you think? the United Nations
"Three dollars", answered I.
"Three dollars"? "Said the man. But it's a good dog. I shall pay you ten dollars if you find it for me. "
No sir, I want three dollars and not a dollar more love“
Then I go up to general miles's room. The general was playing with his new dog. "I came here to take the dog back, said I.
"But it's not your dog now - I've won it.