There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore .While Europeans were served at the counter ,a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants .One day I was determined to make a public protest （抗議）against this kind of thing ,and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store.
I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand ,he shouted at me in a bastard （怪聲怪氣的）language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants .I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served .The manager became angry and said , “Even if you stand till Christmas ,I will never serve you .”
I went to the District Commissioner’s office .Fortunately ,he was out ,for he was one of the old school; however ,I saw a young District Officer who was a friend of mine .He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me .I protested that that was not good enough .I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager .This he did ,and I well remember him saying to the manager , “Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant .” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said , “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was ,then ,of course ,I should have given him proper service.”
I had to explain once again that he had missed my point .Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store…any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend ? I want to prove that any man of any color ,whatever his position ,should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted .After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.
【小題1】The writer was ,at the time of the story ,     .

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore .While Europeans were served at the counter ,a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants .One day I was determined to make a public protest （抗議）against this kind of thing ,and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store.

I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand ,he shouted at me in a bastard （怪聲怪氣的）language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants .I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served .The manager became angry and said , “Even if you stand till Christmas ,I will never serve you .”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office .Fortunately ,he was out ,for he was one of the old school; however ,I saw a young District Officer who was a friend of mine .He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me .I protested that that was not good enough .I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager .This he did ,and I well remember him saying to the manager , “Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant .” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said , “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was ,then ,of course ,I should have given him proper service.”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point .Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store…any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend ? I want to prove that any man of any color ,whatever his position ,should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted .After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

1.The writer was ,at the time of the story ,     .

2.The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because     .

3.In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means     .

A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

B．he graduated from an old white school

C．he was in charge of an old black school

4.Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore .While Europeans were served at the counter ,a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants .One day I was determined to make a public protest （抗議）against this kind of thing ,and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store.

       I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand ,he shouted at me in a bastard （怪聲怪氣的）language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants .I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served .The manager became angry and said , “Even if you stand till Christmas ,I will never serve you .”

       I went to the District Commissioner’s office .Fortunately ,he was out ,for he was one of the old school; however ,I saw a young District Officer who was a friend of mine .He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me .I protested that that was not good enough .I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager .This he did ,and I well remember him saying to the manager , “Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant .” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said , “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was ,then ,of course ,I should have given him proper service.”

       I had to explain once again that he had missed my point .Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store…any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend ? I want to prove that any man of any color ,whatever his position ,should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted .After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

The writer was ,at the time of the story ,      .

       A．a(chǎn) European officer   B．a(chǎn)n African servant

       C．a(chǎn) drugstore assistant D．a(chǎn) black school teacher

The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because      .

       A．he could not speak English in a polite way

       B．he thought the writer couldn’t understand English

       C．that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

       D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means      .

       A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

       B．he graduated from an old white school

       C．he was in charge of an old black school

Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

       A．He believed his white friends would help him out .

       B．He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people.

       C．He thought he was educated and should be treated differently.

       D．He thought ,being an important person ,he should not be kept waiting.

閱讀理解

閱讀下面短文，從每題所給四個(gè)選項(xiàng)中選出最佳答案。

　　There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore. While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were rudely treated by the shop assistants. One day I was determined to make a public protest(抗議) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store.

　　I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard(怪聲怪氣的) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants. I stood at the counter and politely requested in English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said to me in English, “If you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.”

　　I went to the District Commissioner's office. I saw a young District Officer who was a friend of mine. He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me. I protested that that was not good enough. I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager. This he did, and I well remember him saying to the manager, “Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant. ” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service.

　　I had to explain once again that he had missed my point. Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store… any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted. After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as is paid by a European customer.

1．The writer was, at the time of the story, ________.

[　　]

2．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer because ________.

[　　]

A．he hadn't learned to speak English

B．he thought the writer wouldn't understand English

C．that was the usual language used by Europeans when speaking to Africans

D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

3．Why didn't the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

[　　]

A．Because he thought he was educated and should be treated differently.

B．Because he thought, being an important person, he should not be kept waiting.

C．Because he thought his white friends would help him out.

D．Because he wanted to protest against racial discrimination.

閱讀理解

閱讀下面短文，從A、B、C、D四個(gè)選項(xiàng)中，選出最佳答案。

　　There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination． It was a drugstore． While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were rudely treated by the shop assistants． One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗議) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store．

　　I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine． As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard (AA) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants． I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served． The manager became angry and said, “Even if you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you．”

　　I went to the District Commissioner's office． Fortunately, he was out, for he was one of the old school; however, I saw a young District Officer who was a friend of mine． He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me． I protested that that was not good enough． I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager． This he did, and I well remember him saying to the manager, “Here is Mr． Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant． ” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service． ”

　　I had to explain once again that he had missed my point． Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store．．． any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted． After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer．

1．The writer was, at the time of the story,________．

[　　]

A．a(chǎn) European officer

B．a(chǎn)n African servant

C．a(chǎn) drugstore assistant

D．a(chǎn) black school teacher

2．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because ________．

[　　]

A．he could not speak English in a polite way

B．he thought the writer wouldn’t understand English

C．that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

3．In paragraph 3 , the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means ________．

[　　]

A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

B．he graduated from an old white school

C．he was in charge of an old black school

D．he was an old official in the government

4．Why didn't the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

[　　]

A．He believed his white friends would help him out．

B．He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people．

C．He thought he was educated and should be treated differently．

D．He thought, being an important person, he should not be kept waiting．

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore. While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants. One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗議) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store,

I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard (怪聲怪氣的) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants. I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said, “Even if you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office. Fortunately, he was out, for he was one of the old school; however, I saw a young District officer who was a friend of mine. He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he wou1d buy my medicine for me. I protested that that was not good enough. I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager. This he did, and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant.” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service.”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point. Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store … any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted, After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

72. The writer was, at the time of the story, _________.

A. a European officer

B. an African servant

C. a drugstore assistant

D. a black school teacher

73. The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because　　　　　.

A. he could not speak English in a polite way

B. he thought the writer wouldn’t understand English

C. that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D. that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

74. In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means　　　　.

A. he stuck to those old racial ideas

B. he graduated from an old white school

C. he was in charge of an old black school

D. he was an old official in the government

75. Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A. He believed his white friends would help him out.

B. He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people.

C. He thought he was educated and should he treated differently.

D. He thought, being an important person. he should not be kept waiting.

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore. While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants. One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗議) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store,

I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard (怪聲怪氣的) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants. I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said, “Even if you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office. Fortunately, he was out, for he was one of the old school; however, I saw a young District officer who was a friend of mine. He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he wou1d buy my medicine for me. I protested that that was not good enough. I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager. This he did, and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant.” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service.”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point. Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store … any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted, After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

72. The writer was, at the time of the story, _________.

A. a European officer

B. an African servant

C. a drugstore assistant

D. a black school teacher

73. The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because　　　　　.

A. he could not speak English in a polite way

B. he thought the writer wouldn’t understand English

C. that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D. that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

74. In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means　　　　.

A. he stuck to those old racial ideas

B. he graduated from an old white school

C. he was in charge of an old black school

D. he was an old official in the government

75. Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A. He believed his white friends would help him out.

B. He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people.

C. He thought he was educated and should he treated differently.

D. He thought, being an important person. he should not be kept waiting.

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination．It was a drugstore．While Europeans were served at the counter，a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants．One day I was determined to make a public protest （抗議） against this kind of thing，and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store．I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine．As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand，he shouted at me in a bastard（怪聲怪氣的）language，which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants．I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served The manager became angry and said．“Even if you stand there till Christmas，I will never serve you．”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office．Fortunately, he was out，for he was one of the old school；however，I saw a young District officer, who was a friend of mine．He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me．I protested that was not good enough．I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager．This he did，and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda，who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council，and you treat him like a common servant．”The manager of the drugstore apologized and said，“If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was，then，of course，I should have given him proper service．”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point．Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store? Why should I have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I wanted to prove that ally man of any color，whatever his position，should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted．After all，the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer．

1．The writer was，at the time of the story，             ．

A．a(chǎn) European officer                         B．a(chǎn)n African servant

C．a(chǎn) drugstore assistant                              D．a(chǎn) black school teacher

2．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because             ．

A．he could not speak English in a polite way

B．he thought the writer wouldn't understand English

C．that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

3．In paragraph 2，the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means            ．

A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

B．he graduated from an old white school

C．he was in charge of an old black school

D．he was an old official in the government

4．Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A．He believed his white friends would help him out．

B．He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people．

C．He thought he was educated and should he treated differently．

D．He thought，being an important person，he should not be kept waiting．

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination．It was a drugstore．While Europeans were served at the counter，a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants．One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗議) against this kind of thing，and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store．I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine．As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand，he shouted at me in a bastard (怪聲怪氣的) language，which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants．I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served The manager became angry and said．“Even if you stand there till Christmas，I will never serve you．”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office．Fortunately, he was out，for he was one of the old school；however，I saw a young District officer, who was a friend of mine．He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me．I protested that that was not good enough．I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager．This he did，and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda，who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council，and you treat him like a common servant．”The manager of the drugstore apologized and said，“If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was，then，of course，I should have given him proper service．”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point．Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store? Why should I have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I wanted to prove that ally man of any color，whatever his position，should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted．After all，the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer．

56．The writer was，at the time of the story，             ．

A．a(chǎn) European officer                   B．a(chǎn)n African servant

C．a(chǎn) drugstore assistant                 D．a(chǎn) black school teacher

57．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because             ．

A．he could not speak English in a polite way

B．he thought the writer wouldn't understand English

C．that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

58．In paragraph 2，the underlined sentence“he was one of the old school”means             ．

A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

B．he graduated from an old white school

C．he was in charge of an old black school

D．he was an old official in the government

59．Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A．He believed his white frlends would help him out．

B．He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people．

C．He thought he was educated and should he treated differently．

D．He thought，being an important person，he should not be kept waiting．

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination(種族歧視). It was a drugstore. While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants. One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗議) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store, I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard (怪聲怪氣的) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants. I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said, “Even if you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.” I went to the District Commissioner’s office. Fortunately, he was out, for he was one of the old school; however, I saw a young District officer who was a friend of mine. He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he wou1d buy my medicine for me. I protested that that was not good enough. I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager. This he did, and I will remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant.” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service.” I had to explain once again that he had missed my point. Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store … any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted, After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

62. The writer was, at the time of the story, _________.

A. a European officer           B. an African servant

C. a drugstore assistant        D. a black school teacher

63. The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because _____________.　　　　　.

A. he could not speak English in a polite way

B. he thought the writer wouldn’t understand English

C. that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D. that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

64. In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means _____________.　　　.

A. he stuck to those old racial ideas

B. he graduated from an old white school

C. he was in charge of an old black school

D. he was an old official in the government

65. Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A. He believed his white friends would help him out.

B. He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people.

C. He thought he was educated and should he treated differently.

D. He thought, being an important person, he should not be kept waiting.

A butcher watching over his shop was really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He went over to the dog and noticed it had a note in its mouth. He took the note and it read “Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well.”

The butcher looked carefully and was surprised to find that there was really a ten-dollar note there. So he took the money and put the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog’s mouth. The butcher was so impressed, and since it was about closing time, he decided to shut up shop and follow the dog.

So off he went. He followed the dog to a bus stop. The dog stopped and started looking at the timetable. The dog checked out the time, and then sat on one of the seats provided. Along came a bus. The dog walked around to the front, looked at the number, and went back to its seat. Another bus came. Again the dog went around to the front, looked at the number and climbed on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, followed it onto the bus.

The bus traveled through the town and out into the suburbs. Eventually the dog got up, and moved to the front of the bus. It stood on two back paws and pushed the button to stop the bus. Then it got off with groceries still in its mouth.

Well, the dog and the butcher were walking along the road, and then the dog turned into a house. It walked up the path, and dropped the groceries on the step. Then it walked back down the path, took a big run, and threw itself against the door. Then again, it threw himself against it. There’s no answer at the house. so the dog waited at the door.

The butcher watched as a big guy opened the door, and started shouting at it. The butcher ran up, and stopped the guy. “Why do you shout at the dog? It is really a genius.” The guy responded, “You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog’s forgotten its key.”

1.Which may be the best title of the passage?

A. A clever dog.                                     B. A curious butcher.

C. A cruel owner.                                   D. A second lost key.

2.Why was the butcher surprised when he saw the dog?

A. Because there was a note in the dog’s mouth.

B. Because a dog was not supposed to come into his shop alone.

C. Because the dog was not afraid of being butchered.

D. Because the dog could read.

3.The passage implies that _________.

A. dogs are cleverer than man

B. dogs are our best friend

C. the butcher is a cruel person

D. some people are never satisfied with what they have got

4.The dog threw itself against the door, because _________.

A. it wanted to force the door open 

B. it wanted its owner to open the door

C. it wanted to punish itself for forgetting the key     

D. it wanted to get the butcher’s help

5.Which of the following statements is NOT true?

A. The butcher was curious so he followed the dog.

B. The dog didn’t get on the first bus because it was the wrong number.

C. To get off the bus, you should let the driver know by pressing the button.

D. The dog would be driven away by the big guy.

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

A butcher watching over his shop was really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He went over to the dog and noticed it had a note in its mouth. He took the note and it read “Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well.”

The butcher looked carefully and was surprised to find that there was really a ten-dollar note there. So he took the money and put the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog’s mouth. The butcher was so impressed, and since it was about closing time, he decided to shut up shop and follow the dog.

So off he went. He followed the dog to a bus stop. The dog stopped and started looking at the timetable. The dog checked out the time, and then sat on one of the seats provided. Along came a bus. The dog walked around to the front, looked at the number, and went back to its seat. Another bus came. Again the dog went around to the front, looked at the number and climbed on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, followed it onto the bus.

The bus traveled through the town and out into the suburbs. Eventually the dog got up, and moved to the front of the bus. It stood on two back paws and pushed the button to stop the bus. Then it got off with groceries still in its mouth.

Well, the dog and the butcher were walking along the road, and then the dog turned into a house. It walked up the path, and dropped the groceries on the step. Then it walked back down the path, took a big run, and threw itself against the door. Then again, it threw himself against it. There’s no answer at the house. so the dog waited at the door.

The butcher watched as a big guy opened the door, and started shouting at it. The butcher ran up, and stopped the guy. “Why do you shout at the dog? It is really a genius.” The guy responded, “You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog’s forgotten its key.”

1.Which may be the best title of the passage?

A．A clever dog.                          B．A curious butcher.

C．A cruel owner.                         D．A second lost key.

2.Why was the butcher surprised when he saw the dog?

A．Because there was a note in the dog’s mouth.

B．Because a dog was not supposed to come into his shop alone.

C．Because the dog was not afraid of being butchered.

D．Because the dog could read.

3.The passage implies that _________.

A．dogs are cleverer than man

B．dogs are our best friend

C．the butcher is a cruel person

D．some people are never satisfied with what they have got

4.The dog threw itself against the door, because _________.

A．it wanted to force the door open

B．it wanted its owner to open the door

C．it wanted to punish itself for forgetting the key

D．it wanted to get the butcher’s help

5.Which of the following statements is NOT true?

A．The butcher was curious so he followed the dog.

B．The dog didn’t get on the first bus because it was the wrong number.

C．To get off the bus, you should let the driver know by pressing the button.

D．The dog would be driven away by the big guy.

A butcher watching over his shop was really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He went over to the dog and noticed it had a note in its mouth. He took the note and it read “Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well.”
The butcher looked carefully and was surprised to find that there was really a ten-dollar note there. So he took the money and put the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog’s mouth. The butcher was so impressed, and since it was about closing time, he decided to shut up shop and follow the dog.
So off he went. He followed the dog to a bus stop. The dog stopped and started looking at the timetable. The dog checked out the time, and then sat on one of the seats provided. Along came a bus. The dog walked around to the front, looked at the number, and went back to its seat. Another bus came. Again the dog went around to the front, looked at the number and climbed on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, followed it onto the bus.
The bus traveled through the town and out into the suburbs. Eventually the dog got up, and moved to the front of the bus. It stood on two back paws and pushed the button to stop the bus. Then it got off with groceries still in its mouth.
Well, the dog and the butcher were walking along the road, and then the dog turned into a house. It walked up the path, and dropped the groceries on the step. Then it walked back down the path, took a big run, and threw itself against the door. Then again, it threw himself against it. There’s no answer at the house. so the dog waited at the door.
The butcher watched as a big guy opened the door, and started shouting at it. The butcher ran up, and stopped the guy. “Why do you shout at the dog? It is really a genius.” The guy responded, “You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog’s forgotten its key.”
【小題1】Which may be the best title of the passage?

    Mrs. White lived in a town of England. Her husband died three years ago and one of her children worked in the capital and the other three lived in another town. Her husband didn’t leave her much money and she had to live a simple (簡(jiǎn)樸) life. Sometimes her children went to see her during their holidays, but they stayed with her for only two or three days.

    One winter morning the old woman got up early. She was going to buy some food in a shop. And when she came out, she found there was much snow in the street. She had to sweep it away. And suddenly she found a dying dog at the corner of the house. She picked it up and took it into the house quickly. She put it near the fire and gave it some milk and bread. At first the poor dog ate nothing and that afternoon it drank some milk and three days later it was all right. Now the old woman found it was a beautiful dog. And she liked it very much and took it everywhere she went. A week later she went shopping with her dog. At a bus stop a young man was eating fish and chips. The little dog became very excited (興奮) at the smell of the man’s lunch and began jumping up at him.

    “Do you mind if I throw it a bit (一點(diǎn))?” asked the young man.

    “Not at all,” answered Mrs. White.

    Having heard this, he picked up the dog and threw it over the wall.

50. One of the old woman’s children worked in ______.

  A. Moscow        B. Paris         C. London         D. New York

51. Mrs. White lived a simple life because ______.

  A. she wasn’t rich enough          B. she hoped to save money for her children

  C. she had four children            D. her children hated her

52. It was _______ that morning when Mrs. White went to buy something.

  A. rainy          B. snowy        C. windy          D. cloudy

53. The old woman liked the dog very much because _______.

  A. it was beautiful                B. it was little

  C. she spent money on it           D. she felt lonely

54. The dog hoped ______, so it became excited.

  A. to be given some food           B. to leave the bus stop soon

  C. to bite (咬) the young man        D. to go as soon as possible

55. The meaning of the word “smell” in the story means ______.

  A. 聞          B. 口味         C. 氣味          D. 嗅覺(jué)

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. 1.

   When Pete saw Jean Grace, he was ______

   1. A.
      very enthusiastic, hoping for some business to be done
   2. B.
      cold but he still served the young customer
   3. C.
      cold, unwilling to serve the young customer
   4. D.
      very warm to the young customer though he did not want to sell anything to her
2. 2.

   Pete did not say the price of the necklace because ______

   1. A.
      the seller never tells anyone else what a buyer pays
   2. B.
      he priced the necklace too high
   3. C.
      he knew it would disappoint the girl
   4. D.
      he didn't want to sell the necklace
3. 3.

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

   1. A.
      tried to forget the memory of his sweetheart
   2. B.
      began to look at the world optimistically
   3. C.
      remembered his lost love
   4. D.
      no longer felt the pain in him
4. 4.

   A young woman came into the shop because ______

   1. A.
      she was afraid that there might be some mistake
   2. B.
      she thought that the stones she had bought were not real
   3. C.
      she was not sure if she could get more stones like those
   4. D.
      she did not like what she had once bought
5. 5.

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

   1. A.
      gave the most money for the necklace
   2. B.
      gave all she had with her for the necklace
   3. C.
      appreciated the value of the necklace
   4. D.
      wanted to have the best thing in the shop
6. 6.

   At the end of the story we see that Pete _____

   1. A.
      found another girl that he could trust
   2. B.
      met someone who truly loved him
   3. C.
      found a place to go at last
   4. D.
      regained his ability to love