One dollar a week

The doorway of the house where Chandler has a room. He is dressed in his best clothes, ready for

his evening out. He is going out as his friend, Jeff 'White, comes in.21教育名师原创作品

WHITE                        What are you doing this evening, Towers?

CHANDLER                (Smiling) Tonight I'm going to live like a man with a million dollars!

WHITE                        What are you talking about? You haven't got a million dollars!21*cnjy*com

CHANDLER                How much money are you and I paid each week, Jeff?

WHITE                        Eighteen dollars. Why?

CHANDLER                And how much of that eighteen dollars do you spend each week?21·世纪*教育网

WHITE                        All of it, of course.

CHANDLER                Well, I don't. Each week I save one dollar out of my eighteen. Then,

every ten weeks, I can buy myself an evening to remember.

WHITE                        What do you do?

CHANDLER                I put on my finest clothes, go to one of the best restaurants in New York,

eat the most expensive food on the menu, drink the best wine, and then

take a taxi home!

WHITE             (  29  ) Why?

CHANDLER        Why? Because it makes me feel wonderful to sit with some of 'the richest

people in America, and to make them think that I'm rich, too.

WHITE             You're crazy!

CHANDLER        (Laughing) Perhaps I am!

Mrs Black comes in.

MRS BLACK               Ah, Mr Chandler. I wanted to see you.

CHANDLER                Good evening, Mrs Black. What a lovely evening!

MRS BLACK               Lovely evening perhaps, but you haven't paid me for your room this

month. When am I going to get the money?

CHANDLER         Soon, Mrs Black. Very soon.

Mrs Black looks at Chandler s clothes.

MRS BLACK               You can spend money on expensive clothes, but you can't pay for your

room. Is that right?

CHANDLER         (Hurrying away) Good night, Mrs Black!21世纪教育网

      "Is it a Chinese school?" Mary asks.

      "Yes, it is." Her mother says.

      It is September(九月) and the new school year begins. Marygoes to school every day. She likes her lessons（功课） and her classmates(同学)very much.Her classmates like her, too. Mary can speak a little Chinese. She likes China.She likes the people of China and Chinese food very much. 

      One day, I was cooking with my friend Sandy in the kitchen. Suddenly, Sandy cut her finger. I went to her quickly. But to my surprise, I saw computer chips in her finger.

   “Now you know my secret, you have to die!” Sandy said and picked up the knife. “No, please, Sandy. Aren't we good friends?” I shouted. But before Sandy could say anything, she fainted.

    “Oh, Sandy!” I took her to hospital in a hurry. After a doctor checked her, he said, “I'm afraid we can't help her. Why don't you take her to a robot centre?”

      I hurried to a robot centre. A few days later, Sandy was well. She asked, ”Mary, why did you save me even after I tried to kill you? ”

“Because I'm sure you are my friend. Can you tell me where you are from?” “I'm from another planet. It's far from here. Thank you, my friend Now I see how friendly people are on the earth.”

      Two days later, a UFO came and picked her up. Since then I've never seen her.

Jim went to school to study history, but when he finished his first year, he didn't pass the exam and the teacher said to him, “You have to leave school.”

When the boy's father heard this news, he was much worried. He came to the school to see the teacher. He found the teacher in the office and asked the teacher to let Jim go on with his studies the next year.

“He is a good boy. He always does well in history,” said Jim's father, “and if you let him pass the exam this time, he will do better next year and pass the exam.”

 “No, no, that's impossible!” answered the teacher, “Last month I asked him when Napoleon（拿破仑）died and he didn't know.”

“Please sir, give him another chance.” said Jim's father, “You know we don't have any newspapers in our house, so nobody in our family knew that Mr. Napoleon was ill.”

    Just as I came back home, I heard a sound coming from the bedroom upstairs-it was from my favourite violin.

    "Thief!"

    I rushed upstairs and saw a boy in dirty clothes pulling my violin down. At first sight, I found a new pair of shoes missing. It seemed he was surely a thief.

    However, when I saw his eyes full of fear, my anger disappeared. I smiled and asked," Are you Mr. Ram's student Rubens? I'm his butler (男管家). I've heard Mr. Ram say his student will come. It must be you."

    "Has my teacher gone out?" the boy said, "I think I'd better visit him again in a while."

    I nodded and asked him, "Do you like playing the violin?"

    "Yes, but I'm too poor to afford one." the boy replied.

    "Then, I'll give you this violin." The boy looked at me surprisingly, but he picked up the violin. While going out of the room, he suddenly saw a huge photo of me playing the violin at the Grand Theatre of Sydney on the wall. His face turned pale. He stood there for a moment and ran out. He must have understood what had happened because no master (主人) would put up the butler's photo on the wall of his living room.

    A few years later, at a music competition in Melbourne, I was invited to be the judge (评委). Finally, a violin player called Merritt won the first prize.

    After the prize-giving, Merritt ran to me holding a violin box, his face red, and asked," Mr. Brian, do you still know me? You gave me the violin, which I have treasured ever since! Today, I want to say sorry and give back this violin to you without regret…"

    He was just the "Mr. Ram's student"!