Three boys and three girls were going to Fort Lauderdale and when they boarded the bus，they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags，dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.

As the bus passed through New Jersey，they began to notice Vingo, He sat in front of them，dressed in a plain，ill-fitting suit，never moving，his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot，frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

Deep into the night，outside Washington，the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's，and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat，and the young people began to wonder about him，trying to imagine his life：perhaps he was a sea captain，a runaway from his wife，an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus，one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.

"We're going to Florida,” she said brightly, “I hear it's really beautiful.”

“It is，”he said quietly，as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig.  He thanked her and once again returned to his silence. After a while，she went back to the others，and Vingo nodded in his sleep.

In the morning，they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's．And this time Vingo went in.  The girl insisted that he join them.  He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus，the girl sat with Vingo again，and after a while, slowly and painfully，he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years，and now he was going home.

“Are you married?”

“I don't know.

“You don’t know?” she said.

“Well，when I was in jail I wrote to my wife，”he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time，and that if she couldn't stand it．if the kids kept asking questions，if it hurt too much，well she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy，I said she's a wonderful woman，really something and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing.  And she didn't.  Not for three and a half years.”

"And you’re going home now，not knowing?”

“Yeah，”he said shyly. “Well，last week，when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again.  We used to live in Brunswick，just before Jacksonville，and there’s a big oak (橡树) tree just as you came into town. I told her that if she'd take me back，she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree，and I'd get off and come home,  If she didn't want me, forget it, no handkerchief，and I'd go on through.”

"Vow,” the girl exclaimed. "Wow.”

She told the others，and noon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick，looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way，the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.

Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seat on the right side，waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark，hushed mood，full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then，suddenly，all of the young people were up out of their seats，screaming and shouting and crying，doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.

Vingo sat there stunned，looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs，20 of them，30 of them，maybe hundreds，a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted，the old rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

1.Which is right about Vingo?

2. The underlined word "`exclaimed" probably indicates that the girl was“______”

A. surprised        B:  angry         C:  embarrassed     D.  puzzled

3. From the story，we know that

4.What is the best title for the story?

　　Michael and Derek are good friends, but they like to pull each other's leg sometimes. One day during the holidays they decided to go to London together. They went to the 1 and bought their tickets. When the train came in, Michael 2 it first and, 3 it, dropped his 4 on the platform (站台) as he got into the carriage. Derek, who was 5 saw the ticket 6 and quickly picked it up. Without a word to his friend, he put it 7 .

　　 8 they had been in the train a little while, they 9 the ticket inspector coming down the corridor (走廊), shouting“Ticket, please!” Michael looked for his and 10 couldn't find it.

　　“Oh dear, I can't find 11 ticket, Derek.” he said.

　　“Have 12 look, Michael; it must be 13 .” said Derek. “No, I can't find it anywhere. What shall I do?”

　　“Perhaps you had better 14 under the seat; then the inspector won't know you are here.” So Michael 15 under the seat as fast as he could and lay perfectly 16 . Presently the door opened, and 17 the inspector. “Tickets, please.” he said.

　　Derek handed him 18 , and said, “This is mine. 19 belongs to my friend, 20 prefers to travel under the seat.”

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One day an ordinary dog appeared in the ticket office at Campiglia, a busy railroad station on Italy’s main line． A ticket agent named Elvio 1the strange dog in a friendly way, so the dog decided to stay． 2that day on, the dog became Elvio’s shadow and was 3Lampo．

 Lampo kept Elvio company inside the 4office． When the weather was warm, he would 5himself in the sun on the train platform． When it came time for Elvio to 6home on the train at night, Lampo ran after the train for a long way and then 7gave up and went back to the station．

One night 8Elvio was riding home on the train, he noticed that Lampo was lying at his feet． 9that the conductor would see the dog on the train and 10at him, Elvio pushed Lampo under a seat． Luckily, the conductor did not 11the dog． Lampo came home with Elvio and met his12． Then, after a short visit, Lampo 13the last train and went back to the station． Lampo quickly learned all of the train schedules． He 14ride home from work with Elvio every night and then ride back to the station alone． Every morning, Lampo arrived at Elvio’s house 15to walk his young daughter, Mivna, to school． The faithful dog would then take another train to Campiglia to spend time with his16,then travel again to accompany Mivna home from 17at 11:30．

Soon Lampo began to take the train all over18． Lampo became 19among the men who worked on the railroad, as his journeys became more frequent, complicated and mysterious． No one could 20why he could travel or how he always found the right train back to Campiglia． People decided that Lampo was a unique dog．

One day Lampo was seen lying dead on the tracks． A year later a life-sized statue of Lampo was set up at Campiglia station．

1.A． greeted                 B． discussed          C． helped              D． kissed

2.A． Since                    B． For                   C． From                D． Towards

3.A． honored                B． named              C． announced       D． remembered

4.A． work                    B． meeting             C． reception           D． Ticket

5.A． teach                    B． enjoy                C． find                   D． appreciate

6.A． return                   B． take                  C． forget                D． leave

7.A． joyfully                 B． luckily              C． sadly                 D． happily

8.A． after                     B． before               C． until                  D． as

9.A． Nervous                B． Afraid               C． Worried             D． Astonished

10.A． laugh                  B． throw               C． call                    D． shout

11.A． observe               B． notice               C． hear                  D． accompany

12.A． family                 B． house               C． railroad              D． platform

13.A． went                   B． got                   C． boarded             D． came

14.A． should                 B． used to             C． would                D． could

15.A． in short               B． in length            C． in favor             D． in time

16.A． master                B． guest                C． slave                 D． friend

17.A． station                 B． home                C． school               D． play

18.A． America             B． Europe              C． Rome                D． Italy

19.A． complicated         B． famous             C． frequent             D． popular

20.A． explain              B． show                C． suggest              D． tell

Three boys and three girls were going to Fort Lauderdale and when they boarded the bus，they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags，dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
As the bus passed through New Jersey，they began to notice Vingo, He sat in front of them，dressed in a plain，ill-fitting suit，never moving，his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot，frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.
Deep into the night，outside Washington，the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's，and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat，and the young people began to wonder about him，trying to imagine his life：perhaps he was a sea captain，a runaway from his wife，an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus，one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
"We're going to Florida,” she said brightly, “I hear it's really beautiful.”
“It is，”he said quietly，as if remembering something he had tried to forget.
"Want some wine?" she said. He smiled and took a swig.  He thanked her and once again returned to his silence. After a while，she went back to the others，and Vingo nodded in his sleep.
In the morning，they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's．And this time Vingo went in.  The girl insisted that he join them.  He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus，the girl sat with Vingo again，and after a while, slowly and painfully，he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years，and now he was going home.
“Are you married?”
“I don't know.
“You don’t know?” she said.
“Well，when I was in jail I wrote to my wife，”he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time，and that if she couldn't stand it．if the kids kept asking questions，if it hurt too much，well she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy，I said she's a wonderful woman，really something and forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing.  And she didn't.  Not for three and a half years.”
"And you’re going home now，not knowing?”
“Yeah，”he said shyly. “Well，last week，when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again.  We used to live in Brunswick，just before Jacksonville，and there’s a big oak (橡树) tree just as you came into town. I told her that if she'd take me back，she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree，and I'd get off and come home,  If she didn't want me, forget it, no handkerchief，and I'd go on through.”
"Vow,” the girl exclaimed. "Wow.”
She told the others，and noon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick，looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way，the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seat on the right side，waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark，hushed mood，full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.
Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then，suddenly，all of the young people were up out of their seats，screaming and shouting and crying，doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.
Vingo sat there stunned，looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs，20 of them，30 of them，maybe hundreds，a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted，the old rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.
【小题1】Which is right about Vingo?