Dream House in Georgia isn’t a house for only one or two children. It’s one for many children who need help. It’s a family. It’s a future!

　 Imagine that a child has been staying in hospital for many years because of his illness. Imagine that a child has to stay on a cold street because there’s no other place to stay. These children need a voice. They need Dream House.

　 As a little child, Laura Moore decided that she would offer a warm home to those sick and homeless children when she grew up. When she became a nurse, she made her dream come true. In November 2001, Laure set up Dream House.

Dream House provide help for :

　 sick and homeless children aged from 2 weeks to 19 years;

　 their families and care givers.

　 Laura Moore’s efforts have encouraged many people to help sick and homeless children. So far, Dream House has helped nearly 1,000 children in Georgia. “ Every child should have a happy childhood. We may help change their lives greatly. No presents are too small!” Laura Moore says.

31. Whom is Dream House in Georgia for?

　 A. Only one or two children.　　　　 　　 B. Most of the children.

　 C. All the children.　　 　　　　　　 D. The children who need help.

32. What does the underlined sentence in paragraph 2 mean?

　 A. These children need to sing loudly.

　 B. These children need to tell others.

　 C. These children need a place to express their needs.

　 D. These children need some food.

33. When did Laura Moore’s dream come true?

　 A. When she was a little child.　　　　 　 B. When she got the job as a nurse.

　 C. In November 2011.　　　　　　　 　　 D. In December 2001.

34. How many children has Dream House helped in Georgia?

　 A. About 1,000.　　　　　　　　　 　　　 B. 1.000.

　 C. More than 1,000.　　　　　　　　 　 D. 1,0000.

35. What can we learn from this passage?

　 A. Every child has a happy childhood.　　　　　　　

　 B. Everyone should do what they can to help those in need.

　 C. Laura Moore offers help for all the sick and homeless children.

　 D. Everyone should give presents to the children no matter they’re small or not.

When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s, we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap and drove a white truck.

    Of course, he delivered (分發(fā)) more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would write a note — “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”. Then she put the note and the empty bottles into the milk box. The next day, the buttermilk would magically appear.

    There was also a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to our house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box in the house, so that the milk wouldn’t freeze. And I remember Mr. Basille from time to time taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery.

I am sad that there is no home milk delivery today. Big companies produce cheaper milk, and milk is for sale everywhere. People may not need the milkman anymore.

Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside and it brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and put it outside the door. My son’s friends always ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship with his milk.

1.The milkman delivered milk to family _____ in the old days.

A. by car               B. by bike          C. on foot          D. by truck

2.The writer’s mother put the note _____.

A. into the bottles                         B. into the milk box

C. in the kitchen                               D. in front of the door

3.The writer brought back home an old milk box because he _____.

A. missed the good old days

B. wanted to tell funny stories

C. needed it for his milk bottle   

D. wanted to give it to the milkman

When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s，we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap, and drove a white truck. As a five-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer(硬幣兌換器) fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery, and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.
Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese and eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note, “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery,” and put it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.
All of this was about more than convenience. There was a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr Basille even had a key to my house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we could box indoors, So that the milk wouldn’t freeze. And I remember Mr Basille from time to time, taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery.
There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allow the production of cheaper milk, so making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere. And it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.
Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and fixed it on the back porch(門廊). Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is, so I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milk man who brought us friendship along with his milk.
【小題1】Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer______.