"More importantly, inside that building is a precious diamond, worth much more than the building itself”

Why shouldn’t he be happy to see us? Yitzy thought to himself. Since I didn’t get a hundred on the math test, he gets to keep the building instead of us

“Think about it,” he continued. “Why do you think Mr. Greenbaum made up that whole contest in the first place?”

He was so overwhelmed; he could hardly talk. Finally, he was able to squeak out two words: “Thank you”

Who would have ever believed that he, Yitzy Levinson, the boy who never paid attention in class, could have done such a thing?

"Why do you look so upset? You look like someone who just lost a contest, not someone who won!”

Yitzy’s eyes popped wide open. Now he was worried. This question did not have an easy yes-or-no answer

Yitzy jumped up out of his chair. He couldn’t believe the chutzpah of that wicked man

Yitzy tried to remain calm. “Yossi,” he said in a louder voice than usual. “I asked you to repeat what you just said”

“Look at you, Yitzy,” said Rabbi Levinson, “your skin is pale, you’re staring down at the table, you didn’t even taste the chocolate fudge ice cream. Obviously, something is bothe ...

“You know, Yitzy,” Yossi began, “if the math test really bothers you, why don’t you just go over to Mr. Goldfarb and ask him to move it to a different day?”