I am Jack. I am fond of painting on T-shirts. I got the idea two years ago for my brother’s birthday present. T-shirts in the shops were expensive. So I decided to paint a T-shirt myself. I bought a white cotton T-shirt for $ 6 and some paints. I painted a lion on the front. My brother loved it!

Painting T- shirts is great fun. You needn’t be a great artist (艺术家). You can just paint shapes and lines. The T-shirts are the most expensive part of my hobby. I love my hobby because I can make T-shirts that no one else has got. I give a lot of them away as presents to my family and friends. Sometimes, I sell them. I’ve made about 60 T-shirts and each one is different.

1. What does Jack like doing?

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2.Who got the first painted (画好的)T-shirt

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3. How many T-shirts has Jack made?

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4. Are all the T-shirts the same?

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5. What does Jack feel about painting T-shirts?

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My parents as well as I ________ fond of science fiction．

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　　Mrs. Jones was very fond of singing. She had a good voice, except that some of her high notes tended to sound like a gate which someone had forgotten to oil. Mrs. Jones was very conscious(知道的) of this weakness, and took every opportunity she could find to practise these high notes. As she lived in a small house, where she could not practise without disturbing (干扰) the rest of the family, she usually went for long walks along the country roads whenever she had time, and practised her high notes there. Whenever she heard a car or a person coming along the road, she stopped and waited until she could no longer be heard before she started practising again, because she was a shy person, and because she was sensitive (敏感的) about those high notes.

　　One afternoon, however, a fast, open car came up behind her so silently and so fast that she did not hear it until it was only a few yards from her. She was singing some of her highest and most difficult notes at the time, and as the car passed her, she saw an anxious expression suddenly come over its driver's face. He put his brakes on violently, and as soon as the car stopped, jumped out and began to examine all his tyres carefully.

　　Mrs. Jones did not dare to tell him what the noise he had heard had really been, so he got back into his car and drove off as puzzled as he had been when he stopped.

1．What was Mrs. Jones very fond of?

2．What kind of voice did she have?

3．What did she do about her weakness?

4．Why did she not practise at home?

5．What did she usually do to practise?

6．Whenever she heard a car or a person coming along the road, what did she do?

7．Why did she do that?

8．What happened to her one afternoon?

9．What was she singing at the time?

10．What did Mrs. Jones not dare to tell the driver?