One evening three men arrived at a New York hotel, where they had booked rooms. It was their first visit to New rork and they had visited many interesting places before they canie to the hotel. Now they were very tired.
The rooms which you have booked are on the 43rd floor, "said the porter（看门人），“ but m sorry to tell you that the lift is out of order.If the hotel weren't full up, I'd give you rooms on the first floor. So you must use the stairs. " The men, who were not very young, were sad about this, but there was nothing they could do. They agreed to tell some stories on the way up the stairs. It would make things easier.
The first mam began to tell a stoiy. It was very long and when he had finished, they had reached the 14th floor. The second man's story lasted until they had climbed the 3lst floor. The third man, whose turn it was now to tell his story, suddenly stopped.
What's the matter？ asked his two friends Can't you think of a story？”
Oh, yes, he answered，"I can, but if I tell you my story, you won' t like it.”
We shan' t go a step further if you refuse to tell us your story, "said the other two The third man sighed. All right, then. The story which I'll tell you is very short and very sad. It's the saddest one you ve ever heard to day. We have left the keys of our rooms downstairs with the porter."