One Saturday night, during a visit to a fast-food restaurant with my wife and children, I noticed a woman’s purse beneath a table in the corner.
一个星期六夜里，在跟妻子和孩子们一块儿到一家快餐店时，我注意到墙角的一张桌下有一个女人的钱夹。
I gave the purse to the manager, and moments later an elderly couple returned in a panic to claim it.
我将钱夹交给了店主。过了一阵，一对上年纪的夫妇惊慌失措地回来认领。
The gentleman insisted on giving me a ten-dollar reward for my honesty.
那位老先生执意要送给我10美元作为对我诚实行为的酬谢。
In the car on our way home, my four kids began singing, “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.”
在回家的路上，我们的四个孩子在车里开始唱起了《因为他是个老好人》。
I explained that I had done nothing extraordinary, but I appreciated the song anyway.
我解释说，这没什么了不起的。但不管怎样，我非常喜欢那首歌。
“We’re singing about you, Daddy,” they responded. “We’re singing about the man who gave us the ten dollars.”
“我们不是歌唱你，爸爸，”他们回答说，“我们歌唱的是送给我们10 美元的那个人。”
