The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.
“Who are these people?” I asked.
“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer, I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.
By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the commodities in Mr. Hopkins’shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewelry box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.
I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.
“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away.
“That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.
On Christmas Day, my friends and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.
When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found...nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.
As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something sir?” he asked.
I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”
“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”
I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.
“How strange” I exclaimed.
【小题1】How did the writer like the shop?

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.

“Who are these people?” I asked.

“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer, I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.

By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the commodities in Mr. Hopkins’shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewelry box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.

I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.

“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away.

“That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.

On Christmas Day, my friends and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.

When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found...nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.

As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something sir?” he asked.

I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”

“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”

I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.

“How strange” I exclaimed.

1.How did the writer like the shop?

A. He found it a modern big shop.

B. He thought it a wonderful shop for all Christmas presents.

C. He thought it a good shop with an ancient camera.

D. He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop.

2.Which of the following is true about the shop?

A. It was knocked down a few weeks ago.

B. It was a well-known little shop in London. 

C. It was a special shop selling special presents.

D. It was between a music shop and a department store.

3.The word “the commodities’ in the 4^th paragraph means _____.

A. the writer’s works

B. the goods in the shop  

C. Mr. Hopkins’ photographs

D. Some presents left by other customers

4.Which of the following is the best title of this passage?

A. Christmas Shopping

B. Hopkins and His Son

C. The Strange Little Shop  

D. The Strange Experience

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop. The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands.
“Who are these people?” I asked.
“Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr. Hopkins. “We have a very wide choice of items for sale. Whenever I serve a new customer, I always take their picture.” Mr. Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall. “Now, how can I serve you?” he added.
By this time, I had started to trust Mr. Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale. I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them. I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the commodities in Mr. Hopkins’shop. No matter what I asked for, Mr. Hopkins found it for me. Finally, I bought an antique jewelry box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine.
I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop. I promised Mr. Hopkins that I would come back soon. “I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper.
“Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr. Hopkins. “This is a special place for special people. You must keep this shop a secret.” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away.
“That was quick!” I exclaimed. I looked at the photograph. In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr. Hopkins’ dusty shop.
On Christmas Day, my friends and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them. For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop. I finally agreed to take him to London to show him.
When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found...nothing. The little shop was no longer there. In its place was an empty space being used as a car park. I checked the area again. There was the music shop, and there was the department store. In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there.
As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along. “Are you looking for something sir?” he asked.
I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son. I thought it was here.”
“Oh yes,” said the policeman. “There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son. It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago.”
I looked again at the place where the shop had been. Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr. Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop.
“How strange” I exclaimed.

1. 1.

   How did the writer like the shop?

   1. A.
      He found it a modern big shop.
   2. B.
      He thought it a wonderful shop for all Christmas presents.
   3. C.
      He thought it a good shop with an ancient camera.
   4. D.
      He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop.
2. 2.

   Which of the following is true about the shop?

   1. A.
      It was knocked down a few weeks ago.
   2. B.
      It was a well-known little shop in London.
   3. C.
      It was a special shop selling special presents.
   4. D.
      It was between a music shop and a department store.
3. 3.

   The word “the commodities’ in the 4^th paragraph means _____.

   1. A.
      the writer’s works
   2. B.
      the goods in the shop
   3. C.
      Mr. Hopkins’ photographs
   4. D.
      Some presents left by other customers
4. 4.

   Which of the following is the best title of this passage?

   1. A.
      Christmas Shopping
   2. B.
      Hopkins and His Son
   3. C.
      The Strange Little Shop
   4. D.
      The Strange Experience

It seems that some people go out of their way to get into trouble. That’s more or less what happened the night when Nashville Police Officer Floyd Hyde was on duty.

“I was on the way to a personal-injury accident in west Nashville. As I got onto Highway 40, blue lights and sirens （警笛） going，I fell in behind a gold Pontiac Firebird that suddenly seemed to take off quickly down the highway. The driver somehow panicked at the sight of me. He was going more than a hundred miles an hour and began passing cars on the shoulder.”

But Hyde couldn’t go after him. Taking care of injured people is always more important than worrying about speeders, so the officer had to stay on his way to the accident. But he did try to keep the Firebird in sight as he drove, hoping another nearby unit would be able to step in and stop the speeding car. As it turned out, keeping the Firebird in sight was not that difficult. Every turn the Pontiac made was the very turn the officer needed to get to the accident scene.

Hyde followed the Pontiac all the way to his destination. At that point he found another unit had already arrived at the accident scene. His help wasn’t needed. Now he was free to try to stop the driver of the Firebird, who by this time had developed something new to panic about.

“Just about this time,” Hyde said, “I saw fire coming out from under that car, with blue smoke and oil going everywhere. He’d blown his engine. Now he had to stop.”

“After I arrested him, I asked him why he was running. He told me he didn’t have a driver’s license （执照）.”

That accident cost the driver of the Firebird plenty a thousand dollars for a new engine not to mention the charge for driving without a license, attempting to run away, and dangerous driving.

48. The meaning of “panicked” in Paragraph 2 is related to ____.

A. shame    B. hate    C. anger    D. fear

49. Why did the driver of the Firebird suddenly speed down the highway?

A. Because he was racing with another driver on the road.

B. Because he realized he had to hurry to the accident scene.

C. Because he thought the police officer wanted to stop him.

D. Because he wanted to overtake other cars on the shoulder.

50. Which of the following statements is true?

A. Someone else was taking care of the injured person.

B. The Pontiac reached its destination at the accident scene.

C. Hyde knew where he was going by following the right car.

D. The policeman was running after a speeder on Highway 40.

51. The driver of the Firebird _____.

A. took a wrong turn on the way        B. had some trouble with his car

C. was stopped by the police officer    D. paid for the expenses of that accident

52. What is probably the best title for the article?

A. Losing His Way  B. Going My Way  C. Fun All the Way  D. Help on the Way

The old shopkeeper led me through to the back of the shop．The room was filled with boxes and photographs of people dressed in old-fashioned clothes, holding packages in their hands．

  “Who are these people?” I asked．

  “Satisfied customers,” answered young Mr．Hopkins．“We have a very wide choice of items for sale．Whenever I serve a new customer, I always take their picture．” Mr．Hopkins pointed to an ancient camera standing next to one wall．“Now, how can I serve you?” he added．

  By this time, I had started to trust Mr．Hopkins and had begun to appreciate the lovely items on sale．I needed to buy Christmas presents for my family and friends, and this seemed to be the perfect place to purchase them．I spent a very pleasant hour being shown the commodities in Mr．Hopkins’shop．No matter what I asked for, Mr．Hopkins found it for me．Finally, I bought an antique jewelry box, a pair of riding boots, a leather-bound edition of the Complete Works of Mark Twain, and a sewing machine．

  I was very excited that I had found such a good little shop．I promised Mr．Hopkins that I would come back soon．“I will tell all my friends about your lovely place,” I told the shopkeeper．

  “Please do not do that, sir”, said Mr．Hopkins．“This is a special place for special people．You must keep this shop a secret．” Then he took my photograph, and handed me the picture straight away．

  “That was quick!” I exclaimed．I looked at the photograph．In the picture I looked proud and excited holding the presents I had bought in Mr．Hopkins’ dusty shop．

  On Christmas Day, my friends and relatives were delighted with the presents I had bought for them．For weeks, my brother begged me to show him where to find this wonderful little shop．I finally agreed to take him to London to show him．

  When we arrived in London, we walked along Oxford Street, past the department store and found．．．nothing．The little shop was no longer there．In its place was an empty space being used as a car park．I checked the area again．There was the music shop, and there was the department store．In between should have been Hopkins and Son, but it wasn’t there．

  As I was staring at the place where the shop should have been, an old policeman came along．“Are you looking for something sir?” he asked．

  I turned and said “I am looking for a little shop called Hopkins and Son．I thought it was here．”

  “Oh yes,” said the policeman．“There was a shop here once called Hopkins and Son．It sold all sorts of things, but it was knocked down over 30 years ago．”

  I looked again at the place where the shop had been．Then I reached into my pocket and took out the photograph that Mr．Hopkins had taken of me holding my presents in the little shop．

  “How strange” I exclaimed．

36．How did the writer like the shop?

       A．He found it a modern big shop．

       B．He thought it a wonderful shop for all Christmas presents．

       C．He found it a dusty, old but friendly and lovely little shop．

       D．He thought it a good shop with an ancient camera．

37．Which of the following is true about the shop?

       A．It was knocked down a few weeks ago．

       B．It was a well-known little shop in London．

       C．It was a special shop selling special presents．

       D．It was between a music shop and a department store．

38．The word “the commodities’ in the 4th paragraph means _____．

       A．the writer’s works                 B．the goods in the shop

       C．Mr．Hopkins’ photographs    D．Some presents left by other customers

39．Which of the following is the best title of this passage?

       A．Christmas Shopping                     B．Hopkins and His Son

       C．The Strange Little Shop        D．The Strange Experience