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AMy son, Johnny, opened a new restaurant, and on the opening day I helped out in the kitchen. By mid-morning, I noticed that the cakes we had ordered hadn’t come. Johnny and I decided not to tell it to anyone else, hoping that the cakes would arrive soon.They still hadn’t come when, just before noon, a man eating in our restaurant wanted a cake. I suggested that I run to the bakery next door to get some, and Johnny readily agreed. Going out of our back door, I knocked on the back door of the bakery and bought a few from the baker’s helper. That cake was the only one we sold all day.After closing, Johnny and I sat discussing things with my daughter, who had been out from serving. "An interesting thing happened just before noon," she said. "The owner of the bakery next door came in and ordered a cake of ours. She wanted to compare it with hers." Why did the owner of the bakery come to order a cake from the new restaurant（）
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C I’ve been going home for lunch ever since I started school. I never liked eating in the cafeteria(自助食堂) although in tile seventh grade, because all the other boys were doing it and thought it was cool. I washed dishes in the junior high school lunchroom once in a while in exchange for a free lunch. But I like going back to my own house at once. Mom is always there; she had soup ready in the breakfast room by the time that Ann and Jim and I get home. Ann and Jim have never gone in for the cafeteria, either. Our house in only about a ten-minute walk from the school building, so we can make it back in plenty of time. There’s something about eating in the cafeteria--and not leaving the high school from morning until afternoon -- that feels a little like being in prison. By the end of the morning, I’ve got to get out of the building. And Mom never seems to mind fixing lunch for us; she never suggests that we eat in the cafeteria. It’s really the only time we have to be alone with her. In the morning Dad’s there, and by the time I get home after messing around(混时间) after school, he’s usually at home from work. So the time that Mom and I talk together is usually at lunch. I feel sorry for the students who eat in the cafeteria every day. It would drive me mad, I don’t know if their moms just don’t like to cook for them in the middle of the day, or if they actually like the cafeteria and the cafeteria food. When the author has lunch at home, （）.
B One morning a boy of twelve was standing at the foot of the stairway up to tile S. S. Panama. Suddenly he saw a small fire at one end of that ship. It was a good thing that he did, because there was nobody else around, and in no time, the small fire grew dangerously big. Seeing the small fire, the boy shouted at the top of his voice. He woke up the port workers living nearby, who were enjoying a Sunday morning in bed. The S.S. Panama was one of the six ships in the port, where there were lots of old buildings, shops and houses nearby. The S. S. Panama was carrying oil, paint and paper from ports in the Far East. The fire burned lots of paper, which was why it spread very quickly. The end of the ship was now- black with smoke, but thanks to the boy, the fire did not reach the paint or the oil. The boy was also lucky, because his father was pleased rather than angry with him. The fire spread very quickly because lots of （）had been burned.
B One morning a boy of twelve was standing at the foot of the stairway up to tile S. S. Panama. Suddenly he saw a small fire at one end of that ship. It was a good thing that he did, because there was nobody else around, and in no time, the small fire grew dangerously big. Seeing the small fire, the boy shouted at the top of his voice. He woke up the port workers living nearby, who were enjoying a Sunday morning in bed. The S.S. Panama was one of the six ships in the port, where there were lots of old buildings, shops and houses nearby. The S. S. Panama was carrying oil, paint and paper from ports in the Far East. The fire burned lots of paper, which was why it spread very quickly. The end of the ship was now- black with smoke, but thanks to the boy, the fire did not reach the paint or the oil. The boy was also lucky, because his father was pleased rather than angry with him. The boy was （） when the small fire broke out.
D A young woman rode with her new husband in a wagon(四轮马车). They came to a log cabin(小棚屋). The mall shouted and a little boy came running out of the cabin. Sarah, the young woman, got down from the wagon, opened wide her arms and held the boy close. "Hello, Abe Lincoln," she said. "I think we’ll be good friends." The new mother with the smiling face went to’ work at once. She washed Abe and his sister and tidied(整理) their hair. And that night she threw away the boy’s mattress(床垫) of leaves and gave him a soft mattress and enough blankets to keep him warm at night. Sarah wove cloth and made new shirts for Abe. She made him new deerskin trousers and even deerskin shoes. Maybe, if she hadn’t come to the cabin, he wouldn’t have lived to be a man. When Abe’s father told him not to go to school any more and help on the farm, Sarah took Abe’s part against his father. Abe would rather read than eat, and when his father told him to stop, Sarah said, "Let the boy read." In 1830 the day came when Abe would leave home to work in New Salem. For the last time she had taken Abe’s part against his father. For the last time she had kept the cabin quiet so that Abe could read. More than twenty years later, when Abe, who had then become famous, was going to make a speech in a nearby town, Sarah went there just to watch him. In the crowd she tried to make herself small, but he saw her and, in front of everybody, got out of his carriage and went over and put his arms around her and kissed her. Yes, that was her Abe. "He loved me truly," she said later. If Sarah hadn’t come to the cabin, （）.
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