I was getting more excited as we got off the train at beautiful Grand Central Station. After a tour at the Museum of Modern Art, we 1 Radio City Music Hall and the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. In one of the 2 in the area, I found a tiny boxed set of Peter Rabbit books, perfect for my 3. Was there anything like Christmas in New York? Having experienced an exciting and tiring tour, we called a 4 back to Grand Central Station.
On the way home I realized that my handbag was gone — lost or 5, I had no idea. All the magic of this special day 6. I glumly (闷闷不乐地) pictured a jam-packed Department of Motor Vehicles and all the phone calls that I'd have to make to get my 7 cards replaced with new ones. And I'd never 8 all those precious photos of my daughters.
The days slipped by while I got rides to college and 9 going to the DMV (车管所) at such a busy time of year. Then I got an unexpected 10, a box with the return address of Radio City Music Hall. 11, I opened it and shouted in a joyful 12.
There was my old handbag, with everything 13 good inside — license, cards and photos — and one thing that hadn't been there 14, a handwritten note, saying, "I found this handbag lying under the seat of my taxi by 15. Merry Christmas!"
