He stood ______ to reach the shelf．

A cat then? Usually if you disturbed a cat, it ran off and jumped, and you heard or noticed something else. By doing a lot of night work, you learned to notice these things, but now all riders noticed was the silence which had followed the rustling sound. So he acted cautiously. He did not flash his torch about the houses near the comer but walked on, and, a little way from the spot where he had heard the sound, stopped and bent his head, as if he was lighting a cigarette. A policeman who stopped to light a cigarette seemed the most unsuspicious policeman in the world.

There was still no sound. There were bushes in the garden of the house where Rider had first heard it and he knew that a man could hide there out of sight. But if he went back, it would ware any such man. So instead he stood and shone his torch at the window nearest him, and as if he had noticed something unusual, he walked towards it and opened the wooden gate, which made no sound at all. He reached the entrance and shone the torch on the keyhole of the front door and as he did so, the rustle came again, this time much more softly. He looked round quickly.

　　  1. What was Constable Rider doing on this very cold evening?

　　　　   A. He was looking for anything out of the ordinary.

　　    B. He was looking for something that had been lost.

　　　　   C. He was being careful not to disturb people.

　　　　   D. He was being careless in carrying on these duties.

　　  2. When he heard the rustling sound, he

　　　　   A. thought that it was probably caused by some animal

　　 B. knew that he had disturbed a cat

　　　　   C. thought that it was caused by the wind

　　　　   D. realized that he had turned a comer

　　  3. As he then heard no more sounds, Rider decided

　　　　   A. that he had been mistaken, and walked on

　　　　   B. that he might as well have a cigarette

　　　　   C. to flash his lamp on a window near the comer

　　　　  D. not to show that he had noticed anything

　　  4. Why did Constable Rider not go right back to the house on the comer?

　　　　   A. He had seen a man hiding there.

　　　　   B. He didn't want to use his torch.

　　　　   C. It would show that he had noticed something.

　　　　   D. There was still no sound from the garden.

完形填空(共20小題；每小題l.5分，滿分30分)
Once upon a time, there lived many doves (鴿子) in the jungle. One day they went out in search of food. They flew long distances   1  did not get anything to eat. All of them were now completely  2.
A young dove asked the King Dove, “Your Majesty(陛下), please   3  us to take some rest.” The king replied, “Have   4, my dear young fellow. We shall   5   get something to eat very soon.”
The young dove started flapping(拍打) his wings with   6  and soon left everyone else behind. After some time, he   7  and spoke to others, “Hey, I see lots of   8 down there.”
Hearing this, all the doves started  9  the scattered (散落的) grains under a banyan tree.   10  the King Dove said, “It is too good to be true. There is something wrong. Don’t rush towards the grains. It may be a   11 . Some hunter must have laid a trap(陷阱).”
But the doves were extremely hungry. The   12  of the grains was too tempting (誘惑人的). Without giving a(n)   13  to the king’s advice, they swooped (突然下降) down and started eating the grains. After having a big   14, they tried to fly away only to   15 that they were caught in a net.
The King Dove said, “I told you before that it is a trick of some hunter.”
All of them felt ashamed and   16  . One of them said to the King Dove, “Oh, Your Majesty, please save us.”
So the King Dove said, “All of you must try to fly with the   17  at the same time and in the same   18, all of you.”
Just then they saw a(n)   19  show up. The King Dove said, “Now all of you, fly together.”
So all the doves flapped their wings together and flew with the net. The hunter stood shocked. He couldn’t   20  what he had just seen.

One day, when old Jacob and little Jacoble were walking home, the sun began to go down. Old Jacob was thinking of his house and little Jacoble didn’t know what to think. Then he thought of a wonderful idea, and he cried, “Jacob! Do you know what I saw yesterday? I saw a green rabbit. It was flying in the air and it was so big, even bigger than an elephant!”
“You saw that with your own eyes?” asked old Jacob. “Of course I did,” said Jacoble proudly. “It’s a good thing that you really saw that big, flying, green rabbit,” said old Jacob, “because that old bridge we are going to walk over is a very strange one. As soon as anyone who hasn’t told the truth comes on it, the bridge breaks in two.” They continued walking.
“Jacob,” said Jacoble a little later, “you know that big, green, flying rabbit I saw yesterday ... Well, it wasn’t really flying, and ... it wasn’t quite as big as an elephant ... but it was very big, about the size of a horse!” “Big as a horse?” asked Jacob as they got closer to the bridge and little Jacoble began not to feel so well.
“Jacob,” said Jacoble. “That big, green rabbit I saw yesterday, well, I had something in my eye and so I couldn’t see that well. It wasn’t a very big rabbit but it was green. Yes, that’s what it was — all green!”
Old Jacob didn’t say a word. He just walked over the bridge. But Jacoble didn’t go after him because he was afraid and he knew why he was afraid. He stood at the bridge and said, “Oh, Jacob! You know that rabbit I saw yesterday. It wasn’t green. No. It was just a little, brown rabbit.”
Then he was not afraid of anything any more and he ran happily over the bridge.
【小題1】We know from the text that the story happened ______.

Pete Richards was the loneliest man in town on the day that little Jean Grace opened the door of his shop.

         Pete's grandfather had owned the shop until his death. Then the shop became Pete's. The front window was full of beautiful old things: jewelry of a hundred years ago, gold and silver boxes, carved figures from China and Japan and other nations.

         On this winter afternoon, a child stood there, her face close to the window. With large and serious eyes, she studied each piece in the window. Then, looking pleased, she stepped back from the window and went into the shop. Pete himself stood behind the counter. His eyes were cold as he looked at the small girl. “Please,” she began, “would you let me look at the pretty string of blue beads in the window?” Pete took the string of blue beads from the window. The beads were beautiful against his hand as he held the necklace up for her to see.

         “They are just right,” said the child as though she were alone with the beads. “Will you wrap them up in pretty paper for me, please? I've been looking for a really wonderful Christmas present for my sister.”

         “How much money do you have?” asked Pete.

         She put a handful of pennies on the counter. “This is all I have,” she explained simply. “I've been saving the money for my sister's present.”

         Pete looked at her, his eyes thoughtful. Then he carefully closed his hand over the price mark on the necklace so that she could not see it. How could he tell her the price? The happy look in her big blue eyes struck him like the pain of an old wound.

         “Just a minute,” he said and went to the back of the shop. “What's your name?” he called out. He was very busy about something.

         “Jean Grace,” answered the child.

         When Pete returned to the front of the shop, he held a package in his hand. It was wrapped in pretty Christmas paper.

         “There you are,” he said. “Don't lose it on the way home.”

         She smiled happily at him as she ran out of the door. Through the window he watched her go. He felt more alone than ever.

         Something about Jean Grace and her string of beads had made him feel once more the pain of his old grief. The child's hair was as yellow as the sunlight; her eyes were as blue as the sea. Once upon a time, Pete had loved a girl with hair of that same yellow and with eyes just as blue. And the necklace of blue stones had been meant for her.

         But one rainy night, a car had gone off the road and struck the girl. After she died, Pete felt that he had nothing left in the world except his grief. The blue eyes of Jean Grace brought him out of that world of self-pity and made him remember again all that he had lost. The pain of remembering was so great that Pete wanted to run away from the happy Christmas shoppers who came to look at his beautiful old things during the next ten days.

         When the last shopper had gone, late on Christmas Eve, the door opened and a young woman came in. Pete could not understand it, but he felt that he had seen her before. Her hair was sunlight yellow and her eyes were sea-blue. Without speaking, she put on the counter a package wrapped in pretty Christmas paper. When Pete opened the package, the string of blue beads lay again before him.

         “Did this come from your shop?” she asked.

         Pete looked at her with eyes no longer cold. “Yes, it did,” he said.

         “Are the stones real?”

         “Yes. They aren't the best turquoise(綠松石), but they are real.”

         “Can you remember to whom you sold them?”

         “She was a small girl. Her name was Jean. She wanted them for her sister's Christmas present.”

         “How much were they?”

         “I can't tell you that,” he said. “The seller never tells anyone else what a buyer pays.”

         “But Jean has never had more than a few pennies. How could she pay for them?”

         “She paid the biggest price one can ever pay,” he said.

         For a moment there was no sound in the little shop. Then somewhere in the city, church bells began to ring. It was midnight and the beginning of another Christmas Day.

         “But why did you do it?” the girl asked.

         Pete put the package into her hands.

         “There is no one else to whom I can give a Christmas present,” he said. “It is already Christmas morning. Will you let me take you to your home? I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas at your door.”

         And so, to the sound of many bells, Pete Richards and a girl whose name he had not yet learned walked out into the hope and happiness of a new Christmas Day.

1.When Pete saw Jean Grace, he was ______.

A. very enthusiastic, hoping for some business to be done

B. cold but he still served the young customer

C. cold, unwilling to serve the young customer

D. very warm to the young customer though he did not want to sell anything to her

2.Pete did not say the price of the necklace because ______.

A. the seller never tells anyone else what a buyer pays

B. he priced the necklace too high

C. he knew it would disappoint the girl

D. he didn't want to sell the necklace

3.The eyes of Jean Grace brought Pete out of his world of self-pity and he ______.

A. tried to forget the memory of his sweetheart

B. began to look at the world optimistically

C. remembered his lost love

D. no longer felt the pain in him

4.A young woman came into the shop because ______.

A. she was afraid that there might be some mistake

B. she thought that the stones she had bought were not real

C. she was not sure if she could get more stones like those

D. she did not like what she had once bought

5.By saying “She paid the biggest price one can ever pay,” Pete meant that Jean Grace     .

A. gave the most money for the necklace

B. gave all she had with her for the necklace

C. appreciated the value of the necklace

D. wanted to have the best thing in the shop

6. At the end of the story we see that Pete _____.

A. found another girl that he could trust

B. met someone who truly loved him

C. found a place to go at last

D. regained his ability to love

Work is a part of living —my grandparents understood that. They lived and worked on a farm that has been in my family for 150 years. They raised chickens for eggs , pigs and cattle for meat . Cows were kept for milk and the cream, from which Grandma made butter and cheese. What little yard they had became a garden.

The Depression, therefore, didn’t make much change in their lives. But it did bring an unending flow of men out of work, drifting from job to job, to the farm. The first to show up at the door of the kitchen was a man in rags. He took off his hat and quietly explained that he hadn’t eaten for a while. Grandpa stood watching him a bit , then said , “There’s a stack of firewood against the fence behind the barn (谷倉). I’ve been needing to get it moved to the other side of the fence . You have just about enough time to finish the job before lunch .”

Grandma said a surprising thing happened. The man got a shine in his eyes and he hurried to the barn at once. She set another place at the table and made an apple pie. During lunch, the stranger didn’t say much, but when he left, his shoulders had straightened. “Nothing ruins a man like losing his self-respect,” Grandpa later told me.

Soon after, another man showed up asking for a meal. This one was dressed in a suit and carried a small old suitcase. Grandpa came out when he heard voices. He looked at the man and then offered a handshake.” There is a stack of firewood along the fence down behind the barn I’ve been meaning to get it moved. It’d sure be a help to me . And we’d be pleased to have you stay for lunch.” The fellow set his suitcase aside and neatly laid his coat on top. Then he set off to work.

Grandma says she doesn’t remember how many strangers they shared a meal with during those Depression days-or how many times that stack of wood got moved.

1.When he was asked to move a stack of firewood, the first man who asked for a meal got a shine in his eyes for he was glad that         .

A．he had found a good job      

B．he would have something to eat

C．he would no longer suffer from the Depression

D．he would get what he wanted without losing his self-respect

2.The writer’s grandfather asked those jobless men to move the stack of firewood because     .

A．he didn’t want them to have a meal free of charge

B．he had been needing to get it moved

C．he wanted to help them in his own way

D．he wanted to show them his kindness and respect

3.The writer’s grandfather was all of the following but         .

A．kind               B．thoughtful     C．wealthy        D．sympathetic

4.The best title for the story would be         .

     A．The Depression                  B．The Pleasure of Helping Others

C．No Pains , No Gains D．Work-A Part of Living