Onenightahotelcaughtfire,andthepeoplewhowerestayinginitranoutintheirnightclothes． 　　Twomenstoodoutsideandlookedatthefire. 　　“BeforeIcameout,”saidone,“Iranintosomeoftheroomsandfoundalotofmoney．Peopledon’tthinkofmoneywhenthey’reafraid．Whenanyoneleavespapermoneyinafire,thefireburnsit．SoItookallthebillsthatIcouldfind．NoonewillbepoorerbecauseItookthem．” 　　“Youdon’tknowmywork,”saidtheother． 　　“Whatisyourwork?” 　　“I’mapoliceman. 　　“Oh!”criedthefirstman．Hethoughtquicklyandsaid,“Anddoyouknowmywork?”“No,”saidthepoliceman． 　　“I’mawriter．I’malwaystellingstoriesaboutthingsthatneverhappened．”