In summer i went scarborough. when i arrived there it was late dinner i put raincoat and a walk. it was a dull day, the sky was clouds, and it was raining a little. the wind was very strong and it was dif ficult to walk, but i wanted some air. while i was walking slow- the quiet empty street i saw a stranger. he first passed me by, but then he stopped. "is that you, old man? " he shouted. "it's nice to see you! i was never so glad to see my whole life! i turned was jones. why, what are you doing here? what's the matter? " l said. "and aren't you cold? " jones was wearing flannel trousers and a thin shirt. "why don't your go home? "i cannot," he answered. "i forgot the name the hotel where my wife and i stayed. take me and give me some thing to eat." "haven't you any money? " i asked"not a penny. we got here , my wife and i, about eleven. we left our things station and went the hotel i changed my clothes and went a walk
