26．Which of the following would be the best title for the text?
A．Lady, are you rich? B．A story of Thanksgiving Day
C．Don't forget how rich you are D．Does cups and saucers match well?
27．The writer let the two children come in and served them well because________.
A．she wanted to sell old papers to them
B．she wanted to invite them to her Thanksgiving party
C．she showed great pity and care on them
D．she had the same experience as them in the past
28．Which of the following statements is NOT true according to the passage?
A ． The girl thought the writer was rich just because she wanted to make the writer
happy.
B．The writer had thought she wasn't rich because her supplies were not expensive.
C．If cups and saucers match well, they are a best pair even though cheap.
D．After hearing what they said, the writer seemed to understand what a rich life was.
29．The writer left the muddy marks of little sandals on the floor for a while to________.
A．show that she was a kindhearted lady
B．remind her that she shouldn't forget how rich she was
C．leave room for readers to think about what being rich is
D．prove that she had understood what meant being rich
30．It can be inferred from the text that whether you are rich depends on________.
A．how much money you have made
B．what attitude you have had towards life
C．the way you help others
D．your social relationship
B
About ten years ago, a young and very successful businessman named Josh was traveling
down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his shiny, black, 12
cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old.
He was watching for kids rushing out from between parked cars and slowed down when
he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child came out, but a brick sailed out and
—WHUMP! —it hit the Jag’s shiny black side door! Immediately Josh stopped the car,
jumped out, seized the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid,
“What was that all about and who are you? That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna
cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it? ”
“Please, mister, please. . . I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do! ” begged the
youngster. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop! ” Tears were streaming down
the boy’s face as he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my brother, mister, ” he said. “He
rolled of the curb (路沿) and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up. ”Sobbing, the
boy asked the businessman, “ Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair?
He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me. ”
Moved beyond words, the young businessman tried hard to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out
his handkerchief and wiped the scrapers and cuts, checking to see that everything was going
to be OK. He the n watched the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their
home.
It was a long walk back to the black, shining 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE—a long and slow
walk. Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent (凹痕) to remind him not
to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. Feel for
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