When Nelly returned to her native city after four years at the University she 33. ______________(understand) that many things 34. ______________(change).

1. When I(get) to the party it already (start).
2.I just (sit)down when Rick (ask)me to dance.
3. After Juliet (arrive) at the hotel she (have) a bath.
4. When they(leave)the restaurant ,it begin raining,
5.Jack (give) up drinking because he (have)so many accidents.
6. By the time they (reach)the shop it already (close).
7.When they (get)married they (know) each other for ten years.
8. My sister (look) very tired because she (sleep) badly.
9.Larry (say) the (be) engaged for ten months.
10. Although Madge (not learn) to ski until she (be) 11 by her 19 th birthday she already (win) two World Cup races.
11. Jill (be) upset because Stephen (not call) her.
12. Nobody (come) to Marks party because he(forget) to send the invitation cards.
13. Last month my parents (buy) a new computer for me.
14. Jenny (walk) fot 20 minutes and then suddenly (burst) into tears.
15.Roger was not sure he (shut) the door before leaving.

seventeen I think, and wonderful. I adored her. She only worked part-time with us before she started her training at Norland College. She had to drees in the morning and take me to school. After school she made us delicious teas and read us stories in bed. On Charlott's birthday she organized a fantas- tic party. When Alison left, we had a trained nanny who lived with us and worked full-time. She was called Nanny Barnes by everyone, including my parents. She was older and quite traditional and wore a uniform. It was then that I realized that I wanted to be a nanny. I have always got on well with children. I have always enjoyed taking care of my sister and youger cousins. I told Mummy very firmly that I wanted to be a nanny when I grew up. At the time she lauged. I know that she and Daddy thougt it was just a childish phase I was going through, but it wasn't. They thought I would follow in my father's footsteps and study law. But i didn't. There were some terrible rows but I didn't go to university. I left school and spent a year working at Ludgrove School, where Prince William used to go. Then I stated my training course at Norland College. I finished the course last month and I've applied for the post of nanny to twins aged six months. Mummy and Daddy weren't angry for long, we made it up before I went to college, and they have encouraged me ever since.

northern Virginia. My 1 that summer was Dan from Mississippi, and I am from Rhode Island. We worked together with a group of boys from 12 to 14 years old. I've always been a bit untidy, but Dan was 2 and clean, even after a night in the woods with our campers. We could not have been more different, but we got on because we shared the same 3 of humor.At the end of the summer, a few of us went to 4 a cave in West Virginia and got stuck in the cave for the night. It wasn’t as dramatic as it sounds. The park rangers had told us to stay there if anything happened. They knew where we were going, and when we should have been back. Dan hurt his right foot badly. So we had to 5 the night in the cave. Food and water were not a problem, but we turned off our lights to save power. In the distance, we could hear the sound of running water.To 6 the time, we told stories. That night in the cave we moved from one family story to another. As the night wore on, I remembered more and more. I was not alone–the cave, the blue light and the flowing water released stories and memories that we had never revealed to anyone. It was as if a river of stories had started flowing in each of us. When the rangers came the next morning, we didn’t want to 7 . "Can't we just tell a few more stories?" In the cave, that night, I became a storyteller.1. A) friend B) teammate C) partner D) opponent2. A) clear B) neat C) exact D) careful3. A) feeling B) emotion C) reason D) sense4. A) explore B) analyze C) teach D) learn5. A) lead B) spend C) hold D) waste6. A) keep B) waste C) spare D) pass7. A) escape B) leave C) remain D) retire

as they were setting the table for breakfast.

"Out to the hoghouse," replied Mrs. Arable. "Some pigs were born last night."

"I don't see why he needs an ax," continued Fern, who was only eight. "Well," said her mother, "one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it."

"Do away with it?" shrieked Fern. "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?"

Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. "Don't yell, Fern!" she said. "Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway."

Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern's sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father.

"Please don't kill it!" she sobbed. "It's unfair."

Mr. Arable stopped walking.

"Fern," he said gently, "you will have to learn to control yourself."

"Control myself?" yelled Fern. "This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself." Tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand.

"Fern," said Mr. Arable, "I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!"

"But it's unfair," cried Fern. "The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?"

Mr. Arable smiled. "Certainly not," he said, looking down at his daughter with love. "But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another."

"I see no difference," replied Fern, still hanging on to the ax. "This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of."

A queer look came over John Arable's face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself.

"All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in. I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be."

When Mr. Arable returned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.

"Put it on her chair!" said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern's place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel.

Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the lid of the carton. There, inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.

"He's yours," said Mr. Arable. "Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness."

Fern couldn't take her eyes off the tiny pig. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, look at him! He's absolutely perfect."