阅读理解：

    Every weekday morning I take the 8：30 bus to go to my job． I know by sight several people who also ride that bus． Some of the girls work as maids． They get off at each stop in stop in ones ,twos or threes．

   But at one corner something wonderful happens． Before the bus stops, a little dog races out of the nearest house． He doesn't look at two of the maids who get off． But for the third he has a joyful "Hello!" from head to tail his little body wags his happiness． Everyone on the bus watches until the maid and the dog go into the house．

    One day not long ago the maid wasn't on the bus． I wondered if the dog would be waiting for her． Sure enough, he was!

    He stood at the back door of the bus for a minute． I could see his joyful welcome turning into fearful worry． Where was she?

   The driver closed the back door． The dog raced to the front door． It, too, shut in his face．

    Everyone on the bus felt sad． Poor little pup! He looked so unhappy, standing there!

    The driver couldn't stand it ．He opened the door and looked down at the dog． "She didn't come today," he said, in a loud, kind voice．

    A man in a front seat leaned forward． "Maybe she will come tomorrow," he called．

    The dog wagged his tail as if to say "Thank you ．"He watched the bus as we pulled away． Then he turned to trot home alone．

    The next day everyone on the bus was happy to see the maid back again． Yes, the dog was waiting for her．

    The welcome he gave her was even warmer and more delighted than usual． We all smiled at one another． How bright and good the morning suddenly seemed to us．

1．What do those people on the bus usually see at one corner? ______．

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   A．A little dog coming close to the bus when it stops

   B．Two maids get off the moment the bus stops

   C．A dog waiting for someone

   D．a dog greets a maid merrily and follow her into a house

2．One day the maid wasn't on the bus and the dog ______．

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   A．didn't appear

   B．stood waiting at the bus stop till the bus left

   C．went back the moment he found the maid wasn't there

   D．went back the moment he found the maid wasn't there

3．All this made people on the bus ______．

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   A．awfully sorry B．greatly surprised

   C．very bored D．much excited

4．The next day people on the bus were happy, for ______．

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   A．the maid was among them again

   B．she would not take the same bus

   C．she was not on their bus

   D．she was waiting for an empty bus to come

5．We can safely say this story is about ______．

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   A．a magic dog

   B．a young maid that has magic powers

   C．a bus that cam produce magical results

   D．the close relationship between a maid and her dog

       A month after Hurricane Katrina, I returned home in New Orleans. There   1   my house, reduced to waist-high ruins, smelly and dirty.

       Before the trip, I had had my car fixed .When the office employee of the garage was writing up the bill, she  2     my Louisiana license plate. “You from New Orleans?” she asked .I said I was, “No   3    .” She said, and firmly shook her   4   when I reached for my wallet. The next day I went for a haircut, and    5   happened.

       As my wife was studying in Florida ,we decided to move there and tried to find a(n)   6   house that we could afford while   7   paying off a mortgage（抵押贷款）on our ruined house .We looked at many places, but   8   was satisfactory. We had begun to accept that we would have to live in    9   reduced circumstances（条件）for a while,   10   I got a very curious e-mail from a James Kennedy in California. He had read some pieces I had written about our    11   for Slate, the online magazine and wanted to give us a new   12   across the lake for New Orleans.

       It sounded too good to be true ,   11   I replied ,thanking him for his exceptional generosity（大方）,   14   we had no plans to go back .Then a poet at the University of Florida offered to    15   his house to me, while he went to England on his one-year paid leave. The rent was rather   16   .I mentioned the poet’s offer to    17   , and the next day he sent a   18   covering our entire rent for eight months .Throughout this painful experience, the kindness of strangers has done much to    19   my faith in humanity .It’s almost    20   losing your worldly possessions to be reminded that people are really nice when given half a chance.

1．A．stood                    B．lay                      C．went                   D．left

2．A．watched                B．looked                 C．overlooked          D．noticed

3．A．smoking                B．problem               C．charge                D．damage

4．A．head                     B．body                   C．hand                   D．arm

5．A．a strange thing       B．different things     C．another thing       D．the same thing

6．A．rental                    B．expensive            C．perfect                D．beautiful

7．A．ever                      B．never                  C．also                    D．only

8．A．little                      B．much                  C．nothing               D．none

9．A．specially                B．gradually             C．extremely            D．usually

11．A．happiness            B．sufferings            C．kindness              D．fortune

12．A．house                  B．job                      C．field                    D．chance

11．A．so                       B．or                       C．as                       D．but

14．A．that                     B．which                 C．what                   D．why

15．A．sell                     B．present                C．give                    D．let

16．A．terrible                B．reasonable           C．much                  D．high

17．A．my wife              B．Katrina                C．the university       D．James Kennedy

18．A．note                    B．bill                      C．check                 D．letter

19．A．bring back           B．bring down          C．bring forward      D．bring up

20．A．worthy                   B．worth              C．useless                   D．good

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.
　　He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.
　　Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.
　　Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.
　　Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.
　　He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.
　　Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.
　　Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.
　　It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.
　　The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
　　She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.
　　An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.
　　The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.
　　The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.
【小题1】Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from his night out. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.

　　He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, showed so little interest in things which concerned him and valued so little his conversation.

　　Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the candies and peanuts that he had promised the boys. Still, he loved them very much and went into the room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.

　　Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit his cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had made him sick. Mr. Pontellier was too well familiar with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was burning with fever at that moment in the next room.

　　He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He himself had his hands full with his business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying home to see that no harm done to them. He talked in a dull, repeated and insistent way.

　　Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out, he went to bed, and in half a minute was fast asleep.

　　Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. She went out on the porch, where she sat down and began to rock herself in the chair.

　　It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. There was no sound except the hooting of an old owl and the everlasting voice of the sea, which broke like a mournful lullaby (催眠曲) upon the night.

　　The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her nightdress no longer served to dry them. She went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.

　　She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as had just happened were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never before to have weighed much against theabundance (充足) of her husband's kindness and a uniform devotion which had come to be self-understood.

　　An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with vague pain. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly scolding her husband, expressing sadness about Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself.

　　The mosquitoes succeeded in driving away a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.

　　The following morning Mr. Pontellier was up in good time to take the carriage which was to convey him to the ship. He was returning to the city to his business, and they would not see him again at the Island till the coming Saturday. He had regained his calmness, which seemed to have been somewhatweakened the night before. He was eager to be gone, as he looked forward to a lively week in the financial center.

1.Mr.Pontellier comes back home from his night out in a/an ______state of mind.

A．excited           B．confused          C．depressed         D．disappointed

2. Mr. Pontellier criticizes his wife because ______.

A．she is not wholly devoted to her children

B．she does little housework but sleep

C．she knows nothing about fever symptoms

D．she fails to take her son to hospital

3.The writer would most likely describe Mr. Pontellier’s conduct during the evening as ______.

A．impatient and generous                  B．enthusiastic and responsible

C．concerned and gentle                    D．inconsiderate and self-centered

4.The underlined sentence suggests that Mr. Pontellier's complaints to his wife are ______.

A．hesitant and confused                    B．not as urgent as he claims

C．angry and uncertain                     D．too complex to make sense

5.In paragraphs 8 to 13, Mrs. Pontellier’s reactions to her husband’s behavior suggest that ______.

A．she accepts unquestioningly her role of taking care of the children

B．this is one of the first times she has acknowledged her unhappiness with her husband

C．her relationship with her husband is not what has made her depressed

D．she is angry about something that happened before her husband left

6.The passage shows Mr. Pontellier is happiest when he ______.

A．sits near the open door smoking a cigar and talking

B．makes up with his wife after a heated argument

C．has been away from home or is about to leave home

D．has given his children gifts of candies and peanuts