Once on a dark winter's day，when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they did at night，an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the main street.

Sara Crewe leaned against her father，who held her in his arms，as she stared out of the window at the passing people with an old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes. At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father，Captain Crewe. She was thinking of what a strange thing it was that at one time one was in India in the hot sun，and then in the middle of the ocean，and then driving in a strange vehicle through strange streets.

“Papa，” she said in a low，mysterious little voice which was almost a whisper.

“What is it，darling?”Captain Crewe answered，holding her closer and looking down into her face．

    "Is this the place？＂Sara whispered.

    "Yes，little Sara，it is. We have reached it at last.”

    It seemed to her many years since he had begun to prepare her mind for "the place”，as she always called it. Her mother had died when she was born，so she had never known or missed her.Her young，handsome，rich father seemed to be the only relation she had in the world．

    During her short life only one thing had troubled her，and that thing was "the place” she was to be taken to some day. The climate of India was very bad for children，and as soon as possible they were sent away from it-generally to England and to school.

    "Couldn't you go to that place with me，Papa？＂she had asked when she was five years old．

    "Couldn't you go to school，too？ I would help you with your lessons.”

    "But you will not have to stay for a very long time，little Sara，”he had always said. "You will grow so fast that it will seem scarcely a year before you are big enough and clever enough to come back and take care of Papa.”

She had liked to think of that．She liked to talk to him and read his books-that would be what she would like most in the world，and if one must go away to "the place” in England to attain it，she must make up her mind to go．She liked books more than anything else，and was， in fact，always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

Captain Crewe held her very closely in his arms as the cab rolled into the big，dull square in which stood the house which was their destination．

1.The story happened_______．

A. on a moonless night   B. on a foggy day

C. on a hot day       D. on a starry night

2.Sara Crewe came to England to_______

A. visit her relatives    B. see her mother's house

C. receive education    D. buy books for her father

3.We can learn from the story that Sara Crewe was_______．

A. sceptical B. curious C. cheerful D. imaginative

Once on a dark winter's day，when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they did at night，an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the main street.
Sara Crewe leaned against her father，who held her in his arms，as she stared out of the window at the passing people with an old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes. At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father，Captain Crewe. She was thinking of what a strange thing it was that at one time one was in India in the hot sun，and then in the middle of the ocean，and then driving in a strange vehicle through strange streets.
“Papa，” she said in a low，mysterious little voice which was almost a whisper.
“What is it，darling?”Captain Crewe answered，holding her closer and looking down into her face．
"Is this the place？＂Sara whispered.
"Yes，little Sara，it is. We have reached it at last.”
It seemed to her many years since he had begun to prepare her mind for "the place”，as she always called it. Her mother had died when she was born，so she had never known or missed her.Her young，handsome，rich father seemed to be the only relation she had in the world．
During her short life only one thing had troubled her，and that thing was "the place” she was to be taken to some day. The climate of India was very bad for children，and as soon as possible they were sent away from it-generally to England and to school.
"Couldn't you go to that place with me，Papa？＂she had asked when she was five years old．
"Couldn't you go to school，too？ I would help you with your lessons.”
"But you will not have to stay for a very long time，little Sara，”he had always said. "You will grow so fast that it will seem scarcely a year before you are big enough and clever enough to come back and take care of Papa.”
She had liked to think of that．She liked to talk to him and read his books-that would be what she would like most in the world，and if one must go away to "the place” in England to attain it，she must make up her mind to go．She liked books more than anything else，and was，in fact，always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.
Captain Crewe held her very closely in his arms as the cab rolled into the big，dull square in which stood the house which was their destination．

1. 1.

   The story happened_______．

   1. A.
      on a moonless night
   2. B.
      on a foggy day
   3. C.
      on a hot day
   4. D.
      on a starry night
2. 2.

   Sara Crewe came to England to_______

   1. A.
      visit her relatives
   2. B.
      see her mother's house
   3. C.
      receive education
   4. D.
      buy books for her father
3. 3.

   We can learn from the story that Sara Crewe was_______．

   1. A.
      sceptical
   2. B.
      curious
   3. C.
      cheerful
   4. D.
      imaginative

        Once on a dark winter's day，when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of

    London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they did at night，

    an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the

    main street.

        Sara Crewe leaned against her father，who held her in his arms，as she stared out of the

    window at the passing people with an old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes. At this

    moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father，

    Captain Crewe. She was thinking of what a strange thing it was that at one time one was in India

    in the hot sun，and then in the middle of the ocean，and then driving in a strange vehicle through

    strange streets·

        “Papa，” she said in a low，mysterious little voice which was.almost a whisper.

        “What is it，darling?”Captain Crewe answered，holding her closer and looking down into

    her face．

        "Is this the place？＂Sara whispered.

        "Yes，little Sara，it is. We have reached it at last.，，

        It seemed to her many years since he had begun to prepare her mind. for "the place”，as she

always called it. Her mother had died when she was born，so she had never known or missed her.

Her young，handsome，rich father seemed to be the only relation she had in the world．

        During her short life only one thing had troubled her，and that thing was "the place，， she was

    to be taken to some day. The climate of India was very bad for children，and as soon as possible

    they were sent away from it-generally to England and to school.

        "Couldn't you go to that place with me，Papa？＂she had asked when she was five years old．

    "Couldn't you go to school，too？ I would help you with your lessons.，，

        "But you will not have to stay for a very long time，little Sara，”he had always said. "You

    will grow so fast that it will seem scarcely a year before you are big enough and clever enough to

    come back and take care of Papa.”

          She had liked to think of that．She liked to talk to him and read his books-that would be

    what she would like most in the world，and if one must go away to "the place，， in England to

    attain it，she must mAke up her mind to go．She liked books more than anything else，and was，

    in fact，always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

        Captain Crewe held her very closely in his arms as the cab rolled into the big，dull square in

      which stood the house which was their destination．

      60. The story happened_______．

        A. on a moonless night B. on a foggy day

        C. on a hot day D. on a starry night

      61．Sara Crewe came to England to_______

          A. visit her relatives B. see her mother's house

        C. receive education D. buy books for her father

      62. We can learn from the story that Sara Crewe was_______．

        A. sceptical B. curious C. cheerful D. imaginative