“Just sign here, sir,” the postman said as he handed Oscar a package. The package consisted of a long, narrow carefully wrapped in brown paper. Opening the box, Oscar saw an umbrella inside—a very old one with a beautiful handle (把手). he had not seen it in more than 20 years, he recognized it immediately. Oscar was 16 when he first saw the unusual umbrella. He had gone to a with his grandparents. As they were leaving, he noticed an umbrella on an empty seat. Shocked by its beauty, Oscar wanted to find its . He asked the manager of the theatre to look up the record of ticket sales. The name was Mrs. Brain. It was hard work to find Mrs Brain lived. However, they managed to get there. Oscar rang the bell of Mrs. Brain’s house. The door opened, and an elderly woman appeared. “May I help you?” she asked. “I’d like to return it if it’s yours,” Oscar said, holding out the umbrella. “Why, yes! It’s mine,” replied Mrs. Brain with a smile and shining eyes. “It was given to me by my father years ago. Thank you so much for returning it. ” “May I offer you a reward for your ?” “No, madam,” he said, “My grandmother says a good deed is its own reward.” “Well, that’s my father used to say. What is your name, young man?” Years later, Oscar was the handle of the umbrella as he remembered Mrs. Brain. It was in perfect condition, considering how old it was. Why had it arrived here today? As if in answer, a note fell from the paper. It read, “I want you to this umbrella as a present for a kind, unselfish action long ago.” Oscar was deeply moved with tears.
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