完形填空 (共15小题，计15分)
Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue (美德).
— William Bennett
Thanksgiving Day was coming. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment (作业) — to draw a picture of   1  for which they were thankful.
Most of the class might be considered poor, but still many would   2  the holiday with turkey and other traditional food of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subject of most of her students’ art. And they were.
But Douglas made a   3  kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of weak and unhappy. As other children played at   4 , Douglas used to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain that Douglas felt behind those sad   5 .
Yes, his picture was different. When he was asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a   6 . Nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His abstract (抽象的) picture caught the   7  of his classmates. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers   8  turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and   9  people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went on — until the teacher almost forgot the young artist   10 .
When the children had gone on to other assignments, she stopped at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and   11  him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, “It’s yours, teacher.”
She recalled the   12  when she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How   13  she had said, “Take my hand, Douglas, we’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” Or, “Let’s do this together.” Douglas was very   14   for his teacher’s hand. Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.
The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks, but they’ll remember the hand that   15  out.

My name is Toby. I’m eighty-three years old now. I once knew the greatest man in England. William Shakespeare was his name. I first met William near a big field of apple trees in the town named Stratford in October, 1579. He told me he was 15 years old. He was two years older than me. He had a sister, Joan, and two younger brothers, Gilbert and Richard. And the next year he had another brother, Edmund. After William’s parents died, he and his sister lived with his mother’s brother. I became his friend from that day until he died. We met nearly every day. We were friends for thirty years.
I once worked with him in the theatre, through the good times and the bad times. William was good at acting. He could make all kinds of people pleased. By 1592, he became very famous. He was always busy day and night. I don’t know when he slept. He not only acted in plays, but also wrote his own plays. In his whole life, William wrote 37 plays in all. He was the best playwright in England.
He wrote a play about love in 1595. It was Romeo and Juliet. He once used my name, Toby, in his play—Twelfth Night. In this play, Sir Toby Belch was a big fat man, who liked drinking too much and having a good time. Queen Elizabeth the First watched this play on the 6^th of January, 1601. She liked it.
William Shakespeare is dead now, of course. He has been dead for more than thirty years. There’s no singing, no dancing, no plays. It isn’t like that in my young days. But I can still think—and remember when William and I were young, we had a good time in London, William and I…
【小题1】Toby and William first met in ______.