Maria's best friend is funnier than she ________.

1. A.
   does
2. B.
   do
3. C.
   are
4. D.
   is

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Louis Braille, a Frenchman, couldn’t see anything when he was three years old. At the age of ten, he went to a special school for b1.children. The teacher there taught him a new w2.of reading by touching raised letters(字母) on the paper. H3., it was slow way to read, and it did not help the blind write. In 1819, a French soldier invented a special writing c4.“night writing”. Night writing used twelve dots(小圆点). In 1824, Braille knew about the night writing and b5.to change it for the blind to use. He didn’t use 12 dots but s 6. dots. Letters are made with one or more dots. In this way, Braille was a  7.to use the six dots for all twenty-six letters. Now people call this writing the “Braille Writing” and people first used it in 1829. F 8. then on, many blind people from all over the world used it. Before this writing a 9., the blind could not read or write. Many of them lived in hospitals and knew n 10.about the world outside. His work helped them see the world through their fingers.

I had worked that day, as a nurse. Now I faced the dirty supper dishes. I wanted to  1  why Jimmy hadn’t phoned as usual to say “Good night” to Bob and Tom. “Maybe Daddy's    2  working on an accident,” I said to Bob. “Go to    3   now. You'll see him in the morning.” Soon there was a knock at the door. “There   4   be something wrong with your phone,” my neighbor told me. “The City Police Station wants you to   5 .”
I went into the living room and dialed. Then I  6   the words every police wife fears (害怕): “Your husband has been hurt.” When I reached the hospital, my heart sank (下沉). The entrance was jammed with TV-news trucks. In the   7  I saw Jimmy’s best friend, Smith. “Just tell me -is he alive ?” I asked.
Smith  8  and didn’t answer. Then I found my younger sister, Mandy. “He’s  9 .” she told me, and we began to cry together.
Later, Smith told me   10   had happened.
In the morning, when my little Bob asked, “Where’s Daddy?” I    11    him into my arms and tried to explain. “A bad man   12   Daddy last night.” I said. “Daddy can’t come home any more. He’s in heaven(天堂) now.”
My son looked at me, his blue eyes    13  the picture of trust(相信). “Do they have    14   in heaven ?” he asked. “Can I call him ?”
“No, Bob, Daddy still loves you, but Daddy can’t   15 ”.