When I was growing up, I was ashamed to be seen with my father. He was severely disabled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.

　　It was difficult to coordinate（协调）our steps—his slow, mine impatient—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.”

　　He never talked about himself as an object of sympathy, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him. I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know accurately what a “good heart” is.

　　Unable to join in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. I now know he participated in some things indirectly through me, his only son. When I played ball (poorly), he “played” too. When I joined the Navy, he “joined” too. And when I came home on leave, he saw to it that I visited his office. Introducing me, he was really saying, “This is my son, but it is also me, and I could have done this, too, if things had been different.” Those words were never said aloud.

　　He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my unwillingness to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about small affairs, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.

At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.”

1.The author felt unhappy walking with his father because ________.

A. he felt sympathy for his father’s physical disability

B. it was hard for them to walk at the same pace

C. he didn’t want others to know he had an ugly father

D. it was not easy for his father to keep balance

2.In the father’s view, the most important quality a good person should have is ________.

A. beautiful appearance    B. excellent health  C. a smart head D. a good heart

3.It can be inferred from the text that ________.

A. the father was proud of his only son

B. the father took part in all his son’s activities

C. the author was upset when asked to his father’s office

D. the author was an outstanding player

4.According to the last paragraph, by saying “You set the pace. I will adjust to you.” the author means that ________.

A. he is now glad to help his father to walk

B. he regrets his unwillingness to walk with his father

C. he will follow Father’s standards of being a good man

D. he will never forget how mentally strong his father was

When I was growing up, I was ashamed to be seen with my father. He was severely disabled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.
　　It was difficult to coordinate（协调）our steps—his slow, mine impatient—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.”
　　He never talked about himself as an object of sympathy, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him. I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know accurately what a “good heart” is.
　　Unable to join in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. I now know he participated in some things indirectly through me, his only son. When I played ball (poorly), he “played” too. When I joined the Navy, he “joined” too. And when I came home on leave, he saw to it that I visited his office. Introducing me, he was really saying, “This is my son, but it is also me, and I could have done this, too, if things had been different.” Those words were never said aloud.
　　He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my unwillingness to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about small affairs, when I am envious of another’s good fortune, when I don’t have a “good heart”.
At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.”

1. 1.

   The author felt unhappy walking with his father because ________

   1. A.
      he felt sympathy for his father’s physical disability
   2. B.
      it was hard for them to walk at the same pace
   3. C.
      he didn’t want others to know he had an ugly father
   4. D.
      it was not easy for his father to keep balance
2. 2.

   In the father’s view, the most important quality a good person should have is ________

   1. A.
      beautiful appearance
   2. B.
      excellent health
   3. C.
      a smart head
   4. D.
      a good heart
3. 3.

   It can be inferred from the text that ________

   1. A.
      the father was proud of his only son
   2. B.
      the father took part in all his son’s activities
   3. C.
      the author was upset when asked to his father’s office
   4. D.
      the author was an outstanding player
4. 4.

   According to the last paragraph, by saying “You set the pace. I will adjust to you.” the author means that ________

   1. A.
      he is now glad to help his father to walk
   2. B.
      he regrets his unwillingness to walk with his father
   3. C.
      he will follow Father’s standards of being a good man
   4. D.
      he will never forget how mentally strong his father was

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.

“What's the matter, Schatz?”

“I've got a headache.”

“You better go back to bed.”

“No. I'm all right.”

“You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed.”

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.

“You go up to bed,” I said, “You're sick.”

“I'm all right,” he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.

“What's is it?” I asked him.

“One hundred and two.”

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative(泻药), the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza（流感）can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic(传染病；传染性的) of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia（肺炎）.

Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“All right. If you want to, “ said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached（超然的；冷漠的）from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates（海盗）;but I could see he was not following what I was reading.

“How do you feel, Schatz?” I asked him.

“Just the same, so far,” he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.

“Why don't you try to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine.”

“I'd rather stay awake.”

After a while he said to me, “You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.”

“It doesn't bother me.”

“No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you.”

I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out with my gun and the young hunting dog….I killed two quail(鹌鹑), and missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey of quail close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.

“You can't come in,” he said. “You mustn't get what I have.”

I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed（发红）by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

“What is it?”

“Something like a hundred,” I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.

“It was a hundred and two,” he said.

“Who said so?”

“The doctor.”

“Your temperature is all right,” I said. “It's nothing to worry about.”

“I don't worry,” he said, “but I can't keep from thinking.”

“Don't think,” I said. “Just take it easy.”

“I'm taking it easy,” he said and looked straight ahead, He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.

“Take this with water.”

“Do you think it will do any good?”

“Of course it will.”

I sat down and opened the Pirate book and began to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

“About what time do you think I'm going to die?” he asked.

“What?”

“About how long will it be before I die?”

“You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you? “

“Oh, yes, I am, I heard him say a hundred and two.”

“People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk.”

“I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two.”

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.

“You poor Schatz,” I said. “Poor old Schatz. It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” I said, “It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?”

“Oh,” he said.

But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack(松驰的) and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

1.The author writes about the doctor’s visit in order to _____.

A．show the doctor’s knowledge about influenza and its treatment

B．show the boy’s illness was quite serious

C．create a situation of misunderstanding around which to build a story

D．show the father was very much concerned about the boy’s illness

2.The pronoun “it” in “Papa, if it bothers you” (line 41) refers to _____.

A．the boy’s high temperature

B．the father giving the medicine to the boy

C．the father staying with the boy

D．the boy’s death

3.It can be inferred from the story that it is _____ by the time the father gets home from hunting.

A．early in the afternoon

B．close to evening

C．at noon

D．late in the morning

4.From the story we know that the boy kept tight control over himself because _____.

A．he did not want to be a bother to others

B．he wanted to recover quickly so that he could go hunting with his father

C．he was afraid that he would die if he lost control over himself

D．he thought he was going to die and he must show courage in the face of death

5.That the boy cried very easily at little things of no importance the next day suggests that _____.

A．he couldn’t control his emotions when he finally relaxed

B．his father would go out hunting without him if he didn’t cry

C．something went wrong with his brain after the fever

D．he often complained about unimportant things as a spoiled boy

6.The theme of the story is _____.

A．death is something beyond a child’s comprehension

B．to be calm and controlled in the face of death is a mark of courage

C．misunderstanding can occur even between father and son

D．misunderstanding can sometimes lead to an unexpected effect

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.
“What's the matter, Schatz?”
“I've got a headache.”
“You better go back to bed.”
“No. I'm all right.”
“You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed.”
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
“You go up to bed,” I said, “You're sick.”
“I'm all right,” he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
“What's is it?” I asked him.
“One hundred and two.”
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative(泻药), the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza（流感）can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic(传染病；传染性的) of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia（肺炎）.
Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.
“Do you want me to read to you?”
“All right. If you want to, “ said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached（超然的；冷漠的）from what was going on.
I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates（海盗）;but I could see he was not following what I was reading.
“How do you feel, Schatz?” I asked him.
“Just the same, so far,” he said.
I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.
“Why don't you try to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine.”
“I'd rather stay awake.”
After a while he said to me, “You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.”
“It doesn't bother me.”
“No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you.”
I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out with my gun and the young hunting dog….I killed two quail(鹌鹑), and missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey of quail close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.
At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the room.
“You can't come in,” he said. “You mustn't get what I have.”
I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed（发红）by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.
I took his temperature.
“What is it?”
“Something like a hundred,” I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.
“It was a hundred and two,” he said.
“Who said so?”
“The doctor.”
“Your temperature is all right,” I said. “It's nothing to worry about.”
“I don't worry,” he said, “but I can't keep from thinking.”
“Don't think,” I said. “Just take it easy.”
“I'm taking it easy,” he said and looked straight ahead, He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.
“Take this with water.”
“Do you think it will do any good?”
“Of course it will.”
I sat down and opened the Pirate book and began to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.
“About what time do you think I'm going to die?” he asked.
“What?”
“About how long will it be before I die?”
“You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you? “
“Oh, yes, I am, I heard him say a hundred and two.”
“People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk.”
“I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two.”
He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.
“You poor Schatz,” I said. “Poor old Schatz. It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” I said, “It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?”
“Oh,” he said.
But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack(松驰的) and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance

1. 1.

   The author writes about the doctor’s visit in order to _____

   1. A.
      show the doctor’s knowledge about influenza and its treatment
   2. B.
      show the boy’s illness was quite serious
   3. C.
      create a situation of misunderstanding around which to build a story
   4. D.
      show the father was very much concerned about the boy’s illness
2. 2.

   The pronoun “it” in “Papa, if it bothers you” (line 41) refers to _____

   1. A.
      the boy’s high temperature
   2. B.
      the father giving the medicine to the boy
   3. C.
      the father staying with the boy
   4. D.
      the boy’s death
3. 3.

   It can be inferred from the story that it is _____ by the time the father gets home from hunting

   1. A.
      early in the afternoon
   2. B.
      close to evening
   3. C.
      at noon
   4. D.
      late in the morning
4. 4.

   From the story we know that the boy kept tight control over himself because _____

   1. A.
      he did not want to be a bother to others
   2. B.
      he wanted to recover quickly so that he could go hunting with his father
   3. C.
      he was afraid that he would die if he lost control over himself
   4. D.
      he thought he was going to die and he must show courage in the face of death
5. 5.

   That the boy cried very easily at little things of no importance the next day suggests that _____

   1. A.
      he couldn’t control his emotions when he finally relaxed
   2. B.
      his father would go out hunting without him if he didn’t cry
   3. C.
      something went wrong with his brain after the fever
   4. D.
      he often complained about unimportant things as a spoiled boy
6. 6.

   The theme of the story is _____

   1. A.
      death is something beyond a child’s comprehension
   2. B.
      to be calm and controlled in the face of death is a mark of courage
   3. C.
      misunderstanding can occur even between father and son
   4. D.
      misunderstanding can sometimes lead to an unexpected effect

When I was growing up，I was ashamed to be seen with my father.He was severely disabled and very short，and when we would walk together，his hand on my arm for balance（平衡），people would stare.If he ever noticed or was bothered，he never let on.

It was difficult to coordinate(协调)our steps—his slow，mine impatient—and because of that，we didn't say much as we went along.But as we started out，he always said，“You set the pace.I will try to adjust（适应） to you.”

He never talked about himself as an object of pity，nor did he show any envy(羡慕) of the more fortunate(好运) or able.What he looked for in others was a “good heart”，and if he found one，the owner was good enough for him.

Now that I am older，I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people，even though I still don't know accurately what a “good heart” is.But I know the times I don't have one myself.

Unable to engage（从事） in many activities，my father still tried to participate in some way.I now know he participated in some things indirectly through me，his only son.When I played ball (poorly)，he “played” too.When I joined the Navy，he “joined” too.And when I came home on leave，he saw to it（务必要） that I visited his office.Introducing me，he was really saying，“This is my son，but it is also me，and I could have done this，too，if things had been different.” Those words were never said aloud.

He has been gone many years now，but I think of him often.I wonder if he sensed my unwillingness to be seen with him during our walks.If he did，I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was，how unworthy I was，how I regretted it.I think of him when I complain about small affairs，when I am envious（羡慕） of another's good fortune，when I don't have a “good heart”．

At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance，and say，“You set the pace.I will try to adjust to you.”

61．The author felt unhappy walking with his father because ________.

A．he was pitiful for his father's physical disability  

B．it was hard for them to walk at the same pace  

C．he didn't want others to know he had an ugly father  

D．it was not easy for his father to keep balance

62．In the father's view，the most important quality a good person should have is ________. 

A．beautiful appearance                         B．excellent health  

C．a smart head                                    D．a good heart

63．It can be inferred from the text that ________.

A．the father was proud of his only son  

B．the father took part in all his son's activities  

C．the author was upset when asked to his father's office  

D．the author was a good ball player and outstanding soldier

64．According to the last paragraph，by saying “You set the pace.I will try to adjust to you.”，the author means that ________.

A．he is now glad to help his father to walk  

B．he regrets his unwillingness to walk with his father  

C．he will follow Father's standards of being a good man  

D．he will never forget how mentally strong his father was