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　　Susanne thought Allan’s wish to become a girl was probably from curiosity．

　　It was the second morning after Allan’s 10^th birthday．The hands of the clock pointed to 7∶20, only 40 minutes from school hours, but Allan was still sound asleep．Susanne tiptoed into her son’s room：the red applied on his lips by his sisters was still there; what surprised her most was that her pinkish undershirt which had long been missing and her eldest daughter’s favorite green mini-skirt were also on the boy．Is this only a childish joke?A scene that had happened on her son’s birthday came to her：when asked about his birthday wish, Allan was silent for a moment and then whispered to her ears, “I wish to make a girl, mum．”

　　Susanne went out and rang up to Allan’s teacher asking for a day’s leave．At about 7∶40, Allan ran out of his room, screaming,“Mum, I will be late for school!”Susanne noticed her son had changed into his night-suit with a pattern of little bears．

　　“My dear,”said Susanne difficultly,“you needn’t go to school today．I’d like to have a word with you．”Allan’s shining eyes dimmed suddenly．He walked to his mother and sat down, his head drooped．After a moment of silence, Allan raised his head, eyes filled with tears．“Mum, I really want to make a girl．”Susanne stared at her son, tears rolling down her face too．As for a mother with four daughters but one son, you can imagine her breast of the moment．

　　Susanne was not an open mother．She didn’t think it was too late to set right Allan：he was only 10, after all．All the day Susanne did one thing－advising Allan give up the idea, while the son was silent all the way, instead of crying or quarrelling like other children．As a result, Allan gave in to mother．He even offered to return all that didn’t belong to him：mother’s shirt, her sisters’ skirt and lipstick．

　　In the later days, Allan seemed to come back to normal：playing football with neighboring boys, wearing a boy’s suit, even with a tie…．

　　On the morning of Feb．12, 2008, however, Susanne found another Allan in his room．He had on a white skirt and a red scarf, which was hanging him on the ceiling．

　　On the desk was a note：Mum, I am flying to God, who will change me into a girl．

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阅读理解

请认真阅读下列短文，从短文后各题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项。

　　As we drove along, my spirits went up again, and I turned, with pleasure, to the thought of the new life which I was entering．But though it was not far past the middle of September, the heavy clouds and strong north-easterly wind combined to make the day extremely cold; and the journey seemed a very long one, so that it was nearly one o'clock before we reached the place of our destination．Yet when we entered the gateway, my heart failed me, and I wished it were a mile or two farther off．For the first time in my life I must stand alone∶there was no retreating now．I must enter that house, and introduce myself among its strange people．But how was it to be done? True, I was near nineteen; but, thanks to the protecting care of my mother and sister, I well knew that many a girl of fifteen, or under, was gifted with a more womanly address, and greater ease and self-possession, than I was．Yet, anyway．I would do very well, after all; and the children, of course, I should soon be at ease with them．

　　"Be calm, be calm, whatever happens," I said within myself; and truly I was so fully occupied in steadying my nerves and keeping down the rebellious beat of my heart that when I was admitted into the hall and into the presence of Mrs．Bloomfield, I almost forgot to answer her polite greeting; and it afterwards struck me that the little I did say was spoken in the tone of one half-dead or half-asleep．

　　With due politeness, however, she showed me my bedroom, and left me there to take a little refreshment for a little while and led me into the dining-room．Some beefsteaks and potatoes were set before me; and while I dined upon these, she sat opposite, watching me(as I thought)and trying to keep something like a conversation－ consisting chiefly of commonplace remarks．In fact, my attention was almost wholly absorbed in my dinner∶not from appetite, but from the toughness of the beefsteaks, and the numbness of my hands．

　　“I have had so little time to attend to their education myself, but I think they are clever children, and very willing to learn, especially the little boy; he is, I think, the flower of the flock－ a generous, noble-spirited boy, one to be led, but not driven, and remarkable for always speaking the truth．” “His sister Mary Ann will require watching,” continued she, “but she is a very good girl on the whole, though I wish her to be kept out of the nursery as much as possible, as she is now almost six years old, and might acquire bad habits from the nurses．I have ordered her bed to be placed in your room, and if you will be so kind as to look after her washing and dressing, and take charge of her clothes, she needs to have nothing further to do with the nursery maid．”

　　I replied I was quite willing to do so; and at that moment the children entered the room．Tom Bloomfield was a well-grown boy of seven．Mary was a tall girl, for her age of six, somewhat dark like her mother．The second sister was Fanny, a very pretty little girl, looking little younger than Mary．The remaining one was Harriet, a little broad, fat, merry, playful thing of scarcely two, whom I had more desire for than all the rest － but with her I had nothing to do．

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阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项。

　　My father was raised in a fatherless home at a time when the family of five struggled to survive, which caused my father to be extremely tightfisted(吝啬)with money．

　　When we children became 　　1　　 that other children got pocket money from their parents, we made a(n) 　　2　　 to ask our father from some．Immediately his face turned stone-cold, and he said, “If you’re old enough to ask, you’re old enough to 　　3　　．” And we had to seek odd jobs about the neighborhood．

　　He didn't 　　4　　 his attitude as we grew into adulthood．There was a time when 　　5　　 of us had a car, so we had to ride a 　　6　　 whenever we came home．Though the bus stopped about two miles from home, Dad never met us, 　　7　　 in bad weather．If someone 　　8　　 (and my brothers did a lot), he'd say in his 　　9　　 father-voice．“That's what your legs are 　　10　　 !”

　　One spring morning I was on the bus home from 　　11　　．Tests and long hours in labs had 　　12　　 me exhausted．As other students were 　　13　　 at their stops．I looked silently out of the window．Finally, the bus came to a 　　14　　 at my destination, and I 　　15　　 , carrying my suitcase to begin the long journey home．

　　The row of privet hedge(树篱)came into 　　16　　 , which lined the driveway that climbed the hill to our house．I stopped to put a book in the suitcase．When I stood up, I saw something gray

　　　　17　　 along the top of the hedge toward the house．

　　It was the top of my father's head．I 　　18　　 then, each time I came home, he would stand behind the hedge, watching, 　　19　　 he knew I had arrived safely．I held back my tears．He did care, 　　20　　．

　　Upon reaching home, I found my father innocently in his chair．“So! It's you! ” he said, his face lengthening into surprise．

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