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Henry was a carpenter（木匠）of our village. Once I asked him to make a dining table for my wife. He made it just the right size to fill the space between the two windows. When I arrived home that evening, Henry was drinking a cup of tea and writing out his bill for his work.。

My wife said to me，quietly , “ That’s his ninth cup of tea today . ” But she said loudly, “It’s a beautiful table，dear，isn’t it?”

“I won’t decide about that until I see that bill.” I said.

Henry laughed and gave me his bill for the work. It said：

BILL One dining table June 10 , 1995Cost of wood 17.00Paint（油漆）1.50Work，8 hours（1 an hour） 8.00Total（总计）36.50

When I was looking at the bill , Henry said , “it’s been a fine day，hasn’t it? Quite sunny.”

“Yes , ” I said. “I’m glad it is only the 10th of June.”

“Me too，” , said Henry. “You wait一it’ll be a bit hotter by the end of the month.”

“Yes. Hotter一and more expensive. Dining tables will be 20 more expensive on June 30^th , won’t they , Henry?”

Henry looked hard at me for half a minute. There was a little smile in his two blue eyes. I gave his bill back to him.

“If it isn’t too much trouble , Henry , ” I said , “ Please add it up again. You can forget the date.”

I paid him 26. 50 and he was happy to get it.

1.Why did Henry talk about weather when the writer was looking at the bill?

2. Why did the writer say that dining tables would be 20 more expensive by the end of June?

3. The writer thought Henry would ask for ______ if he made a dining table on the last day of June.

4. When the writer gave him the money，Henry was happy because_______ .

5. From the story we know that_______ .

When I was walking down the street one day, I found a small bag on the ground. I picked it up and opened it to see if I could find out the owner’s name. There was nothing inside it except some dollars and an old photo--- a picture of a woman and a young girl about twelve years old. I put the photo back and took the bag to the police station. Before I left, the policeman wrote down my name and address. He thought the owner might want to thank me.

  That evening I went to have dinner with my aunt and uncle. They had also asked a young woman to have dinner with us. Her face was familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen her. During our talk, the young woman happened to say that she had lost her bag that afternoon. At once I remembered where I had seen her. She was the young girl in the photo, though she was now much older. She was very surprised, of course, when I told her about the bag.

   After dinner we went to the police station and she got back her bag. The policeman said to me, “It’s a wonderful thing. You not only found the bag, but also the owner of the bag.”

1. In the bag there was _______.

      A. nothing                        B. a new photo and some money

      C. an old picture and some money     D. some dollars and a piece of paper

2. The writer opened the bag because he wanted to________.

A. find some money          B. find some letters 

C. find the owner’s photo      D. find out whose bag it was

3. The writer gave the bag to ________.

      A. a policeman  B. his uncle  C. his aunt    D. his friend

4. How many people had the dinner that evening?

      A. Two       B. Three       C. Four       D. Five

5. The writer knew the young woman because _________.

A. he had met her somewhere before    B. she looked like the girl in the picture

C.she often had meals with the writer     D. she was the old woman in the photo

The clock struck（敲）eight，but I was still on the bed．I could hear it was blowing strongly．“It must be windy outside，” I thought． I came to the small town a week ago． I sold some clothes to a ten and friends．So I tried to meet the manager and ask him to pay for them．I was out of luck（运气不好）．He went to London and I had to wait for him here．There was no theatre here but a cinema．The films were all too old．I preferred staying in the small hotel to sitting in the cold cinema． Half an hour later，I felt hungry．I had to get up．It was white everywhere and some children were skiing down the hill．On my way to the small restaurant，I saw a boy fall on to a rock （岩石）．I ran to him quickly and carried him to a hospital．Soon his parents came here．Now I knew the boy was just the manager's son．He thanked me very much and gave me the money after we had a dinner．

1.What was the weather like ？

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2.What did the writer come to the town for？

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3.Why did the writer prefer staying in the hotel？

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4.When did the writer get up？

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5.Why did the manager thank the writer？

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