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Work is a part of living —my grandparents understood that. They lived and worked on a farm that has been in my family for 150 years. They raised chickens for eggs , pigs and cattle for meat . Cows were kept for milk and the cream, from which Grandma made butter and cheese. What little yard they had became a garden.

The Depression, therefore, didn’t make much change in their lives. But it did bring an unending flow of men out of work, drifting from job to job, to the farm. The first to show up at the door of the kitchen was a man in rags. He took off his hat and quietly explained that he hadn’t eaten for a while. Grandpa stood watching him a bit , then said , “There’s a stack of firewood against the fence behind the barn (谷仓). I’ve been needing to get it moved to the other side of the fence . You have just about enough time to finish the job before lunch .”

Grandma said a surprising thing happened. The man got a shine in his eyes and he hurried to the barn at once. She set another place at the table and made an apple pie. During lunch, the stranger didn’t say much, but when he left, his shoulders had straightened. “Nothing ruins a man like losing his self-respect,” Grandpa later told me.

Soon after, another man showed up asking for a meal. This one was dressed in a suit and carried a small old suitcase. Grandpa came out when he heard voices. He looked at the man and then offered a handshake.” There is a stack of firewood along the fence down behind the barn I’ve been meaning to get it moved. It’d sure be a help to me . And we’d be pleased to have you stay for lunch.” The fellow set his suitcase aside and neatly laid his coat on top. Then he set off to work.

Grandma says she doesn’t remember how many strangers they shared a meal with during those Depression days-or how many times that stack of wood got moved.

1.When he was asked to move a stack of firewood, the first man who asked for a meal got a shine in his eyes for he was glad that         .

2.The writer’s grandfather asked those jobless men to move the stack of firewood because     .

3.The writer’s grandfather was all of the following but         .

4.The best title for the story would be         .

Mr. Hart, a London taxi driver, has a new black taxi. He hurries through the busy   36  every day.

One day when he was having a short rest, a young man jumped into his  37  .

“To the station as 38 as you can,” shouted the man in a very  39  way. “My 40  leaves at three o’clock.”

Mr. Hart did his best, but there was a lot of traffic. At every corner there was a  41 light.

The young man said,” Hurry up, man! I don’t want to  42  my train.”

“And I don’t want to have an  43  ,” replied Mr. Hart quickly.

While he was  44 , Mr. Hart suddenly recognized the man’s  45 . He was a 46 . The police were looking for him. His picture was in the  47  that he read.

Mr. Hart raced through the streets and  48  through red lights. Soon there was a police car  49  him. Mr. Hart raced on until he  50  the station. He stopped in front of the station at two minutes  51  three. The young man quickly jumped out of the taxi, and ran into the station.

“  52 !” cried Mr. Hart. At the moment the police car stopped, too. “Quick! He is the thief!” shouted Mr. Hart. Two policeman  53  into the station. Three minutes later they  54  with the young man.

“Well  55 !” a policeman said to Mr. Hart as they were taking the thief to the police car.

Mr. Smith suggested the problem worth paying attention ______ at the meeting.

Don’t hesitate ______me if you have any questions.

—The English exam is not difficult, is it?

—______. Even Tom ______ to the top students failed in it.