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It was a freezing day, a few years ago, when I stumbled on(偶然发现) a wallet in the street. There was no identification(身份证明) inside. Just three dollars, and a crumpled(揉皱的) letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years. The only thing legible(可辨认的) on the torn envelope was the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1924——almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallet’s owner. It was a “Dear John letter((女给男的)绝交信). The writer, in a delicate script(娟秀的字迹), told the recipient, whose name was Michael, that her mother forbade her to see him again. Nevertheless, she would always love him. It was signed Hannah ． It was a beautiful letter. But there was no way, beyond the name Michael, to identify the owner. Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope. “Operator, this is an unusual request(不同寻常的询问). I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet I found. Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet? The operator gave me her supervisor(主管上级), who said there was a phone listed at the address, but that she could not give me the number. However, she would call and explain the situation. Then, if the party wanted to talk, she would connect me. I waited a minute and she came back on the line. “I have a woman who will speak with you. | 
