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

After my husband died suddenly from a heart attack, my world crashed around me. I was overwhelmed (不知所措) with the   1.  of earning a living,   2.  the little children.

One  3.  evening I came home from work to find a big beautiful German shepherd (牧羊犬) on our  4.. This wonderful strong animal   5.  to enter the house and make it his   6. . The children took an instant liking to “German” and begged me to let him in. I agreed to let him sleep in the basement until the next day,   7. we could inquire around the neighborhood for his  8.. That night I slept  9.  for the first time in many weeks.

The following morning we   10.  to find German’s owner, but with no results. On Sunday I took the children on a picnic and we drove off without him. When we stopped to get gas at a local station, we were   11.  to see German racing to the gas station after us. 12.  was he going to be left behind.

On Monday morning I let him out for a run when the children got ready for school. As evening came and German didn’t appear, we were all   13. . The next Friday evening, German was back on our doorstep. Again we took him in, and again he stayed   14.  Monday morning. This pattern repeated itself every weekend for almost 10 months. We grew more and more   15.  of German. We stopped thinking about   16.  he belonged — he belonged to us. As German became part of the family, he considered   17.  his duty to take up his position by the front door and remained there until the morning.

Each week, between German’s visits, I grew a little stronger, a little braver; every weekend I enjoyed his   18. . Then one Monday morning we   19.  his head and let him out for what turned out to be the last time. He never came back. I believe German was sent because he was needed, and because no matter how   20. and alone we feel, somehow, somewhere, someone knows and cares. We are never really alone.

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,” Dr. P said “I was invited to a doctors’ meeting at the R. 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 with 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 (正常的). 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 West 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 (分别) 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 placed his right foot against mine. After that, he always greeted (问候) me in the same way.
【小题1】How did Dr P know that the patient was Frank?

 “Last week,” Dr. P said “I was invited to a doctors’ meeting at the R. 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 with 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 (正常的). 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 West 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 (分别) 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 placed his right foot against mine. After that, he always greeted (问候) me in the same way.

1.How did Dr P 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 greeted him in a special way.

D．Frank’s name was written on the door.

2.When and where did Dr. P first meet Frank?

A．At the R Hospital about ten days before.

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

C．In Mrs. West’s house in 1941.

D．In London after the West’s’ house was destroyed.

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

A．those who suffered from illness.

B．those who were killed during the war

C．those who slept in the air-raid shelter.

D．those whose homes were destroyed in air-raids

4.Dr. P placed his foot against Fran’s before he left the shelter.

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

B．to be friendly towards Frank

C．to see if Frank’s feet were normal

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

5.Why did Dr P say that Mrs West had to be a strong, able woman?

A．She was over 75.

B．She needed all the attention of a baby.

C．She had to give care and thought to her son as to a baby.

D．She lost nearly everything in the war.