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　　Mr．Jones woke early one morning, before the sun had risen, it was a beautiful morning, 　　1　　 he went to the window and looked out．He was surprised to see 　　2　　 middle-aged professor, who walked in the university just up the road from Mr．Jones’s house, 　　3　　 the direction of the town．He had grey hair and thick glasses, and was carrying an umbrella, a morning newspaper and a bag．Mr．Jones thought that he must have 　　4　　 by the night train, and decided to walk to the university instead of taking a taxi．

　　Mr．Jones had a big tree in his garden, and the children had 　　5　　 a long rope to one of the branches so that they could swing on it．

　　Mr．Jones was 　　6　　 to see the professor 　　7　　 when he saw the rope, and looked 　　8　　 up and down the road．When he saw that there was nobody in sight, he 　　9　　 into the garden, put his umbrella, newspaper, bag and hat on the grass and 　　10　　 the rope．He 　　11　　 it hard to see whether it was strong enough to 　　12　　 his weight, then ran as fast as he could and swung into the 　　13　　 on the end of the rope, his grey hair 　　14　　 all around his face．Backwards and forwards he swung, 　　15　　 taking a few more 　　16　　 steps on the grass when the rope began to swing 　　17　　 slowly for him．

　　At last the professor stopped, 　　18　　 his tie, combed his hair carefully, put on his hat, picked up his umbrella, newspaper and bag, and 　　19　　 his way to the university, looking as 　　20　　 and correct and respectable as one would expect a professor to be．

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　　I still remember my first day at school in London and I was half-excited and half-frightened．On my way to school I wondered what sort of questions the other boys would ask me and practiced all the answers：“I am nine years old．I was born here but I haven't lived here since I was two．I was living in Farley．It's about thirty miles away．I came back to London two months ago．” I also wondered if it was the custom for boys to fight strangers like me, but I was tall for my age．I hoped they would decide not to risk it．

　　No one took any notice of me before school．I stood in the center of the playground, expecting someone to say “hello”, but no one spoke to me．When a teacher called my name and told me where my classroom was, one or two boys looked at me but that was all．

　　My teacher was called Mr．Jones．There were 42 boys in the class, so I didn't stand out there, either, until the first lesson of the afternoon．Mr．Jones was very fond of Charles Dickens and he had decided to read aloud to us from David Copperfield, but first he asked several boys if they knew Dickens' birthplace, but no one guessed right．A boy called Brian, the biggest in the class, said：“Timbuktu”, and Mr．Jones went red in the face．Then he asked me．I said：“Portsmouth”, and everyone stared at me because Mr．Jones said I was right．This didn't make me very popular, of course．

　　“He thinks he's clever,” I heard Brian say．

　　After that, we went out to the playground to play football．I was in Brian's team, and he obviously had Dickens in mind because he told me to go in goal．No one ever wanted to be the goalkeeper．

　　“He's big enough and useless enough．” Brian said when someone asked him why he had chosen me．

　　I suppose Mr．Jones, who served as the judge, remembered Dickens, too, because when the game was nearly over, Brian pushed one of the players on the other team, and he gave them a penalty(惩罚)．As the boy kicked the ball to my right, I threw myself down instinctively(本能地)and saved it．All my team crowded round me．My bare knees were injured and bleeding．Brian took out a handkerchief and offered it to me．

　　“Do you want to join my gang(帮派)?” he said．

　　At the end of the day, I was no longer a stranger．

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