Christmas was coming．Everyone was busy for it．I was in the eighth grade

and was helping my father in his toy store．A little boy，five or six years old，came in．He wore a brown dirty old coat．His shoes were worn and one shoelace was torn．He seemed(看起來(lái)) to be too poor to afford to buy anything．He looked around the toy section，picked up some toys and carefully put them back in place．

　　Dad came downstairs and walked over to the boy．His blue eyes smiled as he asked the boy what he could do for him．The boy said he was looking for a Christmas present for his best friend．I was impressed that Dad treated him with the same respect as he treated any adult．Dad told the boy to take his time to look around．

　　After about 20 minutes，the little boy carefully picked up a toy plane，walked up to my dad and said，“How much is it，sir?”

　　“How much have you got?”my Dad asked．

　　The little boy held out his hand and opened it．His hand was marked with wet lines of dirt from holding his money．In his hand lay $$0．27．The price on the toy plane he'd picked out was $$3．98．

　　“That'll exactly be the price．”Dad said as he closed the sale．Dad's reply seems still to be ringing in my ears．I thought about what I'd seen as I wrapped the present．When the little boy walked out of the store，I didn't notice his dirty worn coat or torn shoelace．What I saw was a happy child with a treasure．

　　I will never forget what happened that day．

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