When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s，we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap, and drove a white truck. As a five-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer(硬币兑换器) fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery, and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.
Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese and eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note, “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery,” and put it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.
All of this was about more than convenience. There was a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr Basille even had a key to my house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we could box indoors, So that the milk wouldn’t freeze. And I remember Mr Basille from time to time, taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery.
There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allow the production of cheaper milk, so making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere. And it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.
Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and fixed it on the back porch(门廊). Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is, so I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milk man who brought us friendship along with his milk.
【小题1】Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer______.

Sixteen years ago a boy gave me an important gift．It was a smile．

It was the early autumn of my first year at a middle school, and my old school was far away．As a result, no one knew who I was．I was very lonely, and afraid to make friends with anyone．

Every time I heard the other students talking and laughing, I felt my heart break．I couldn’t talk with anyone about my problems．

Then one day, my classmates talked happily with their friends, but I sat at my desk unhappily as usual．At that moment, a boy entered the classroom．I didn’t know who he was．He passed me and then turned back．He looked at me, with a smile．

Suddenly, I felt the touch of something bright and friendly．It made me feel happy, lively and warm．That smile changed my life．I started to talk with other students and made friends．Day by day, I became closer to everyone in my class．The boy with the lucky smile has become my best friend now．

One day I asked him why he smiled, but he couldn’t remember smiling at me!

It doesn’t matter because all the dark days have gone．I believe that the world is what you think it is．If you think it lonely, you might always be alone．So smile at world and it will smile back．

1． When did the writer get the gift?  _______

A． When she was 16 years old．

B． After she made friends with the boy．

C． In her first year at a middle school 

D． After she became closer to everyone in her class

2． Why was the smile an important gift?  _______

   A． Because the writer’s old school was far away．

   B． Because the writer didn’t know who the boy was．

   C． Because the smile didn’t mean anything to the boy．

   D． Because it made the writer feel happy, lively and warm．

3． Where does she now think her feeling of unhappiness came from? _______

   A． From her old school．                B． From her parents．      

   C． From herself                              D． From her classmate at the new school