Last week I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth hospital for incurable patients. In one of the wards a patient, an old man, got up shakily from his bed and moved towards me. I could see that he hadn’t much time to  36 , but he came up to me and placed his right foot close to mine on the floor.

    “Frank!” I cried in astonishment. He couldn’t  37 , as I knew, but all the time  38  his foot against mine.

    My  39  raced back more than thirty years to the  40  days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The  41  was an air-raid shelter, in which I and hundreds of other people slept every night. Two of the regulars were Mrs. West and her son Frank.

     42  wartime problems, we shelter-dwellers(防空洞居住者) got to  43  each other very well. Frank West  44  me because he wasn’t  45  , not even at birth. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had  46  of a mind than a baby has. His “ 47 ” consisted of rough sounds―sounds of pleasure or anger and  48  more. Mrs. West, then about 75, was a strong, capable woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank  49  on her entirely. He needed all the  50  of a baby.

    One night a policeman came and told Mrs. West that her house had been flattened by a 500-pounder. She  51  nearly everything she owned.

    When that sort of thing happened, the rest of us helped the  52  ones. So before we  53  that morning, I stood beside Frank and  54  my right foot against his. They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. But as soon as he saw me he came running and placed his right foot against mine. After that, his  55  to me was always the same.

Last week I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth hospital for incurables. In one of the wards a patient, an old man, got up shakily from his bed and moved towards me. I could see that he hadn't long to 36, but he came up to me and placed his right foot close mine on the floor.
　 “Frank！” I cried in astonishment. He couldn’t 37, as I knew, but all the time 3 8 his foot against mine.
　 My 39 raced back more than thirty years to the 40 days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The 41 was an air-raid shelter, in which I and about hundred other people slept every night. Two of the regulars were Mrs. West and her son Frank.
　　 42 wartime problems, we shelter-dwellers got to 43 each other very well. Frank West 44 me because he wasn’t 45 not even at birth. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had 46 of a mind than a baby has. His “ 47 ” consisted of rough sounds——sounds of pleasure or anger and　 48 more. Mrs. West, then about 75, was a strong, capable woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank 49 on her entirely. He needed all the 50 of a baby.
　 One night a policeman came and told Mrs. West that her house had been flattened by a 500-pounder. She 51 nearly everything she owned.
　 When that sort of thing happened, the rest of us helped the 52 ones. So before we 53 that morning, I stood beside Frank and 54 my right foot against his. They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. But as soon as he saw me he came running and placed his right foot against mine. After that, his 55to me was always the same.
36．A．work 　　　　　　　 B．stay　　　　　　　　　 C．live　　　　　　　　　　　 D．expect
37．A．answer　　　　　　　 B．speak　　　　　　　　 C．smile　　　　　　　　　 D．laugh
38．A．covering　　　　　　 B．moving　　　　　　 C．fighting　　　　　　　　 D．pressing
39．A．minds　　　　　　　　 B．memories　　　　　 C．thoughts　　　　　　　 D．brains
40．A．better　　　　　　　　 B．dark　　　　　　　　 C．younger　　 　　　　 D．old
41. A．cave　 　　　　　　 B．place　　　　　　　　 C．sight　　　　　　　　　　 D．scene
42．A．Discussing　 　　 B．Solving　　　　　　 C．Sharing　　 　　　　　 D．Suffering
43．A．learn from　 　　　 B．talk to　　　　　　　 C．help　　 　　　　　　　 D．know
44．A．needed　 　　　　　　 B．recognized　　　　 C．interested　 　　　　 D．encouraged
45．A．normal　 　　　　　　 B．common　　　　　 C．unusual　 　　　　　　 D．quick
46．A．more　　 　　　　　　 B．worse　　　　　　　 C．fewer　　　　　　　　　 D．less
47．A．word　 　　　　　　 B．speech　　　　　　　 C．sentence　 　　　　 D．language
48．A．not　 　　　　　　　　 B．no　　　　　　　　　　 C．something　 　　　　 D．nothing
49．A．fed　 　　　　　　　　 B．kept　　　　　　　　　 C．lived　　　　　　　　　　 D．depended
50．A．attention　 　　　　 B．control　　　　　　　 C．treatment　 　　　　 D．management
51．A．lost　 　　　　　　　　 B．needed　　　　　　　 C．destroyed　 　　　　 D．left
52．A．troublesome　　　　 B．unlucky　　　　　　 C．angry　　　　　　　　　 D．unpopular
53．A．separated　 　　　　 B．went　　　　　　　　 C．reunited　 　　　　　 D．returned
54．A．pushed 　　　　　　 B．tried　　　　　　　　 C．showed　 　　　　　 D．measured
55．A．nodding 　　 B．greeting　　　　　　　　 C．meeting　　 　　　　　 D．acting

Last week, I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth Hospital. In one of the rooms a patient, an old man, got up from his bed and moved slowly towards me. I could see that he hadn’t long to live, but he came up to me and placed his right foot close to mine on the floor.

“Frank!” I cried in surprise. He couldn’t answer, as I knew, but he tried to smile, all the time keeping his foot close to mine.

My thoughts raced back more than thirty years － to the dark days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The scene was an air-raid shelter (防空洞), in which I and about a hundred other people slept every night. Among them were Mrs West and her son Frank, who lived nearby. Sharing wartime problems, we got to know each other very well. Frank interested me because he was not normal. He had never been normal, ever since he was born. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had less of a mind than a baby has. Mrs West, then about 75, was a strong, able woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank depended on her completely. He needed all the attention of a baby.

One night a policeman came into our shelter and told Mrs West that her house had been all destroyed. That wasn’t quite true, because the Wests went on living there for quite some time. But they certainly lost nearly everything they owned.

When that kind of thing happened, the rest of us helped the unlucky ones. So before we separated that morning, I stood beside Frank and measured my right foot against his.

They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a spare pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. As soon as he saw me, he came running － and paced his right foot against mine. After that, he always greeted me in the same way.

How did the writer know that the patient was Frank?

A. He was told that Frank was in the hospital.  B. He was invited to study Frank’s illness.

C. Frank’s name was written on the door.      D. Frank greeted him in a special way.

When and where did the writer first meet Frank?

A. In Mrs West’s house in 1941.

B. In an air-raid shelter during the war.

C. At the Ruth Hospital about ten years ago.

D. In London after he Wests’ house was destroyed.

The unlucky ones mentioned by the doctor were ______.

A. those who suffered from illness       B. those who slept in the air-raid shelter

C. those who were killed during the war   D. those whose homes were destroyed in air-raids

The writer placed his foot against Frank’s before he left the shelter ______.

A. to be friendly towards Frank

B. to see if Frank’s feet were normal

C. to find out if Frank could put on his shoes

D. to teach Frank to greet people in a special way

Last week, I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth Hospital. In one of the rooms a patient, an old man, got up from his bed and moved slowly towards me. I could see that he hadn’t long to live, but he came up to me and placed his right foot close to mine on the floor.
“Frank!” I cried in surprise. He couldn’t answer, as I knew, but he tried to smile, all the time keeping his foot close to mine.
My thoughts raced back more than thirty years － to the dark days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The scene was an air-raid shelter (防空洞), in which I and about a hundred other people slept every night. Among them were Mrs West and her son Frank, who lived nearby. Sharing wartime problems, we got to know each other very well. Frank interested me because he was not normal. He had never been normal, ever since he was born. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had less of a mind than a baby has. Mrs West, then about 75, was a strong, able woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank depended on her completely. He needed all the attention of a baby.
One night a policeman came into our shelter and told Mrs West that her house had been all destroyed. That wasn’t quite true, because the Wests went on living there for quite some time. But they certainly lost nearly everything they owned.
When that kind of thing happened, the rest of us helped the unlucky ones. So before we separated that morning, I stood beside Frank and measured my right foot against his.
They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a spare pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. As soon as he saw me, he came running － and paced his right foot against mine. After that, he always greeted me in the same way.
【小题1】 How did the writer know that the patient was Frank?

A．to be friendly towards Frank

B．to see if Frank’s feet were normal

C．to find out if Frank could put on his shoes

D．to teach Frank to greet people in a special way

Last week, I was invited to a doctor’s meeting at the Ruth Hospital. In one of the rooms a patient, an old man, got up from his bed and moved slowly towards me. I could see that he hadn’t long to live, but he came up to me and placed his right foot close to mine on the floor.

“Frank!” I cried in surprise. He couldn’t answer, as I knew, but he tried to smile, all the time keeping his foot close to mine.

My thoughts raced back more than thirty years － to the dark days of 1941, when I was a student in London. The scene was an air-raid shelter (防空洞), in which I and about a hundred other people slept every night. Among them were Mrs West and her son Frank, who lived nearby. Sharing wartime problems, we got to know each other very well. Frank interested me because he was not normal. He had never been normal, ever since he was born. His mother told me he was 37 then, but he had less of a mind than a baby has. Mrs West, then about 75, was a strong, able woman, as she had to be, of course, because Frank depended on her completely. He needed all the attention of a baby.

One night a policeman came into our shelter and told Mrs West that her house had been all destroyed. That wasn’t quite true, because the Wests went on living there for quite some time. But they certainly lost nearly everything they owned.

When that kind of thing happened, the rest of us helped the unlucky ones. So before we separated that morning, I stood beside Frank and measured my right foot against his.

They were about the same size. That night, then, I took a spare pair of shoes to the shelter for Frank. As soon as he saw me, he came running － and paced his right foot against mine. After that, he always greeted me in the same way.

1. How did the writer know that the patient was Frank?

A. He was told that Frank was in the hospital.  B. He was invited to study Frank’s illness.

C. Frank’s name was written on the door.      D. Frank greeted him in a special way.

2. When and where did the writer first meet Frank?

A. In Mrs West’s house in 1941.

B. In an air-raid shelter during the war.

C. At the Ruth Hospital about ten years ago.

D. In London after he Wests’ house was destroyed.

3. The unlucky ones mentioned by the doctor were ______.

A. those who suffered from illness       B. those who slept in the air-raid shelter

C. those who were killed during the war   D. those whose homes were destroyed in air-raids

4.The writer placed his foot against Frank’s before he left the shelter ______.

A. to be friendly towards Frank

B. to see if Frank’s feet were normal

C. to find out if Frank could put on his shoes

D. to teach Frank to greet people in a special way