When I was seven, my parents gave me a doll, a doll’s house and a book. The Arabian Nights, came wrapped in red paper. I was just ready to read when my mother walked into my room．

“Isn’t your doll just beautiful?” my mother asked. I looked at the doll, with fair hair in a pink dress----I’ll have to call her “she” because I never gave her a name. I folded my lips and raised my eyebrows, not really knowing how to let my mother down easily.

“This doll is different.” My mother explained, trying to talk me into playing with it.

Thinking the doll needed love, I hugged her tightly for a long time. Useless, I said to myself. Finally, I decided to play with the doll’s house. But since rearranging the tiny furniture seemed to be the only active possible, I lost interest. I caught sight again of the third of my gifts The Arabian Nights, and I began to read it. From that moment, the book was my constant companion.

Every day I climbed our garden tree, nestled among its branches, I read the stories in The Arabian Nights to my heart’s content. My mother became concerned as she noticed I wasn’t playing with either the doll or the little house. She insisted that I take the doll up the tree with me.

Trying to read on a branch 15 feet off the ground while holding on to the silly doll was not easy. After nearly falling off twice, I tied one end of a long vine around the doll’s neck and the opposite one around the branch, letting the doll hang in mid air while I read. I always looked out for my mother, though. I sensed that my playing with the doll was of great importance to her. So every time I heard her coming, I lifted the doll up and hugged her. The smile in my mother’s eyes told me my plan worked.

The inevitable(不可避免的) happened one afternoon. Totally absorbed in the reading, I didn’t hear my mother calling me. When I looked down, I saw my mother staring at the hanging doll. Fearing the worst of scolding, I climbed down in a flash, reaching the ground just as my mother was untying the doll. To my surprise, she didn’t scold. She kept on staring at the doll．

The next day, my father came home early and suggested he and I play with the doll’s house. Soon I was bored, but my father seemed to be having so much fun, I didn’t have the heart to tell him. Quietly I slipped out, picking up my book on my way to the yard. So absorbed was he in arranging and rearranging the tiny furniture that he didn’t notice my quick exit.

Almost 20 years passed before I found out why the hanging-doll incident had been so significant for my parents. By then I was a parent myself. After recalling the incident, my mother said all those years she had been afraid whether I would turn out to be a most loving and understanding mother to my son．

My mother often thanks God aloud for making me a good parent, pointing out that with education I might have been a rich dentist instead of a poor poet. I look back on that same childhood incident, recalling my third gift, the book in red-paper, and I take advantage of the experiences that have made me who and what I am. Sometimes I pause to wonder at life’s wonderful ironies （諷刺）.

1.Why didn’t the author give the doll a name?

A. Because the gift was given by her parents.

B. Because the girl didn’t care much for the doll.

C. Because her parents would give the doll a name.

D. Because the doll had little in common with her.

2.The author’s account of a childhood incident shows that, as a young girl, she viewed her parents as people who         .

A. hoped to shape their children’s future  

B. were unconcerned about their behavior

C. ruined their children’s dreams completely

D. might withdraw their love at any moment

3. What can we infer from the last paragraph?

A. The mother is now satisfied with her daughter’s career.

B. The daughter now regrets what she did when she was a girl.

C. The mother thinks the daughter’s achievements are unsatisfactory.

D. The daughter wishes that she had been allowed more freedom as a child.

 

       Since her husband died, Mrs. Jackson has lived alone in their big old suburban(郊區(qū)的) house, The house was bought by her husband many years ago.

       For the sake of safety (為安全起見), her son has tried hard to ask her to sell the house and buy a new and small one in the town , But Mrs. Jackson doesn’t like the idea. She says that she has to look after her husband’s old house. But recently she often hears stories about unknown people stealing things around here.

       That was a cold day before Christmas Eve. Around four o’clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Jackson was enjoying the Christmas music when someone knocked at the door. She heard the sound but didn’t move. Another knock. Who could it be? Mrs. Jackson was a bit afraid. She decided not to answer the door but keep waiting.

       One minute another minute and yet another minute. Nothing happened and no more knocks, She walked quietly to the door, and listened. She heard nothing but the wind outside. She slowly opened the door and peeped (窺視) through the crack(小縫）．She then gave a surprised cry and threw the door wide open! At the door she saw a tall, beautiful Christmas tree! In the tree stood a Christmas card with these words:

       Merry Christmas!

Your new neighbor

1. The house bought by Mr. Jackson is __________.

       A. in the town        B. small but new   C. outside the town      D. thirty years old

2. Mrs. Jackson doesn’t want to sell the house because __________.

       A. it is almost thirty years old                       B. it is small and old

       C. she doesn’t like to live with her son.   D. her husband left it to her

3. Why didn’t she move when she heard the knock at the door? Because __________.

       A. she was too old to move     B. she thought it might be an unknown person

       C. it was not her son            D. she didn’t like her neighbor

4. She slowly opened the door because __________.

       A. she was afraid to see her neighbor    B. she wanted to peep through the crack

       C. she was afraid of the cold wind      D. there was something wrong with the door

5. When she found it was a Christmas tree, she __________.

       A. cried in surprise and pushed the door wide open     B. was very sad

       C. threw the door away                                           D. closed the door again

How long do you suppose it is ___________ he arrived there?

A．when             B．before            C．after             D．since

 

The fire went on for quite some time _______ it was brought under control.

A．when	B．since
C．after	D．before

 

How long do you suppose it is      he arrived there?

A．when         B．before         C．after        D．since