Papaji, my grandfather, was a thin but strong farmer. He always stood straight and looked serious. But my sisters and I looked forward to seeing Papaji and visiting his farm.

When we got to the farm, it was the end of a school year and summer started. On the farm, we could do what we liked. We could play with the animals all day. When we were hungry, we went back to Bibiji, our grandmother. She cooked over a wood fire in the kitchen. We blew on the wood to make the fire rage, hoping it would help the food cook faster. Sometimes we played hide-and-seek in the storeroom, or ran through the field like horses.

But the summer I turned nine was different. One morning I heard clickety-clack, clickety-clack, ping. I searched carefully for the sound: Papaji in his study, typing a letter. I tried to see it better, but fell through the door. I stood up, looked at the floor, red in the face, hoping his words would be short. Papaji's eyes glinted(闪光)and didn't say anything. Then the rest of the summer I heard the sounds of typewriter(打字机), dreaming of touching the beautiful yellow keys.

After going home, I spent the year thinking of ways to let me use the typewriter when I got

back to his house. But the next summer, I still stood beside him as he typed, hoping he would let me try it.

On going back home that year, I got a box from the post office. When I opened it, it was the typewriter! Papaji let me use it at last. My serious grandfather wasn't a cold-hearted man after all

1.When did my sisters and I visit Papaji's farm?

A.In spring. B.In summer. C.In autumn. D.In winter.

2.What does the underlined word "rage"in Paragraph 2 mean?

A.bigger B.smaller C.farther D.nearer

3.What couldn't we do on Papaji's farm?

A.Play with the animals. B.Play hide-and-seek.

C.Go horse riding. D.Run in the field.

4.What's the best title of the passage?

A.Papaji's farm B.Papaji and Bibiji C.Papaji's typewriter D.Summer with Papaji

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