It seemed strange but wonderful that this little boy, Yitzy Levinson, cared more about lonely old Mr. Greenbaum than he did about winning any prize
Yitzy looked at the key that Mr. Blum was holding out to him.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blum,” he repeated, “but I cannot take the key until you…”
Yitzy didn’t have a chance to finish. An angry Mr. Blum cut him off midsentence.
“Young man,” he said, “do you understand what you are doing? A very wealthy man has been generous enough to give you a gift. You cannot just say that you won’t accept it unless your conditions are met.”
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