One day in l965, when I worked at View Ridge School in Seattle, a fourth-grade teacher approached me. She had a student who finished his work before all the others and needed a challenge. "Could he help in the library?" She asked. I said, "Send him along."

　　Soon a slight, sandy-haired boy in jeans and a T-shift appeared. "Do you have a job for me?" he asked.

　　I told him about the Dewey Decimal System for shelving books. He picked up the idea immediately. Then I showed him a stack of cards for long-overdue books that I was beginning to think had actually been returned but were misshelved with the wrong cards in them. He said, "Is it kind of a detective job?" I answered yes, and he became working.

　　He had found three books with wrong cards by the time his teacher opened the door and announced, "Time for break!" He argued for finishing the finding job; She made the case for fresh air. She won.

　　The next morning, he arrived early. "I want to finish these books," he said. At the end of the day, when he asked to be a librarian on a regular basis, it was easy to say yes. He worked untiringly.

　　After a few weeks I found a note on my desk, inviting me to dinner at the boy's home. At the end of a pleasant evening, his mother announced that the family would be moving to neighbouring school district. Her son's first concern, she said, was leaving the View Ridge library. "Who will find the lost books?" he asked.

　　When the time came, I said a reluctant good-bye. I missed him, but not for long. A few days later he came back and joyfully announced: "The librarian over there doesn't let boys work in the library. My mother got me transferred back to View Ridge. My dad will drop me off on his way to work. And if he can’t, I'll walk!"

I should have had an inkling(感觉) such focused determination would take that young man wherever he wanted to go. What I could not have guessed, however, was that he would become a wizard of the Information Age: Bill Gates, tycoon of Microsoft and America's richest man.

What was the author when the story happened?

       A. A teacher.                 B. A librarian.               C. A detective.              D. A professor.

What was the boy told to do on his first day in the library?

A. To rearrange the books according to the new system.

B. To put those overdue books back to the shelves.

C. To find out the books with wrong cards in them.

D. To put the cards back in the long-overdue books.

The boy got transferred back to View Ridge because _______.

A. he did not like his life in the new school                            

B. the transportation there was not convenient

C. he missed his old schoolmates and teachers

D. he was not allowed to work in the school library

What impressed the author most was that the boy _______.

A. had a thirst for learning                               B. had a strong will

C. was extremely quick at learning                            D. had a kind heart

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　　When I was growing up，I was embarrassed（局促不安）to be seen with my father．He was severely crippled（破的）and very short，and when we 　1　 walk together，his hand on my arm for 　2　，people would 　3　．I would inwardly squirm（局促不安）at the unwanted attention．But as we started out，he always said，“You set the pace．I will try to adjust to（适应）you．”

　　Our usual walk was 　4　 the subway，　5　 was how he got to work．He went to work，and，　6　 bad weather，he always never 　7　 a day．

　　When snow or ice was on the ground，it was impossible for him to walk，even with help．　8　 my sister or would 　9　 him through the streets on a child's sleigh（雪撬）to the subway entrance．

　　He never talked about himself as an object of pity，　10　 did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able．What He 　11　 in others was a“ good heart，”and if he found one，the owner was good enough for him．Now that I am older，I believe that is a 　12　 standard by which to judge people，　13　 I still don't know exactly what a“good heart”is．But know the times don't have 　14　 myself．

　　Unable to engage in many activities，my father still tried to take part in some may．

　　When a local sandlot baseball team found itself without a manager，he 　15　 it going．I now know he 　16　 some things indirectly through me．When I played ball，he“ played”too．

　　He had been 　17　 many years now，but I think of him often． I wonder if he sensed my un-willingness 　18　 with him during our walks．If he did，I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was，how I regretted it．I think of him when I get unhappy with something unimportant，when I am envious of another's good 　19　，when I don't have“good heart．”At such times I put

my hand on his arm to 　20　 my balance，and say，“You set the pace．I'll try to adjust to you．

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