It is Sunday. Mike and his father are
going to the Walter Disney. They are going to learn skating. There are many
children there. They are skating. They fly here and there like birds. Mike
thinks skating must be very easy and interesting. Mike puts on the skating shoes. He is very scared. He can’t stand still. He falls to the ground again and again. He is black and blue. Mike’s father comes here and helps him to skate. He practices again and again. Soon he can skate slowly, but he can’t skate quickly. On his way home, Mike thinks he must work hard if he wants to learn something. No pains, no gains. |
Every night she listened to her father going around the house, locking the doors and windows. She listened, the back door closed; she could hear the fastener of the kitchen window’s click, and the restless pad of his feet going back to try the front door. It wasn’t only the outside doors he locked; he locked the empty kitchen too. He was looking something out, but obviously it was something capable of entering into his first defenses. He raised his second line all the way up to bed.
In fourteen years, she thought unhappily, the house will be his; he had paid twentyfive pounds down and the rest he was paying month by month as rent. "Of course," he was in the habit of saying, "I’ve improved the property." "Yes," he repeated, "I’ve improved the property," looking around for a nail to drive in, a weed to uproot. It was more than a sense of property; it was a sense of honesty. Some people who bought their homes th
A. He thought a lot about his daughter’s future.
B. He saved a lot of money for his daughter.
C. He thought that he was secure.
D. He avoided his neighbors on purpose.
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