"Who's Mr. Goldstein？"I asked, as my hand began to shake. "He 's one of the old－timers on the eighth floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks. "I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
“谁是戈尔茨坦先生？”我问，手开始颤抖。“他是8楼的一位老人，那肯定是迈克尔·戈尔茨坦的皮夹，他准是在散步时弄丢的。”我向门卫道了谢就很快跑回护士办公室，告诉她门卫说的话。我们乘电梯去楼上，我祈祷戈尔茨坦先生还没睡。
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He 's a darling old man. "We went to the only room that had any lights on, and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost hiswallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing. ""This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours. "I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet, and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it！ It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward. "
到了８楼，楼层护士说："我想他在客厅中，他喜欢晚上看书，他是一个可爱的老人。"我们走进惟一亮灯的房间，一位老人正在看书。护士走过去问他是否遗失了钱夹。戈尔茨坦先生惊奇地抬起头，手摸向他背后的口袋，"哦，它是不见了！""这位好心的先生拾到了一个钱夹，我们想它可能是你的。"我将钱夹递给了戈尔茨坦先生，他看见钱夹时，松了一口气，笑了，并说："是的，就是它！一定是今天下午从我的口袋里掉出来的。我要酬谢你。"