阅读理解WhenIwasaboygrowingupinNewJers

阅读理解 When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s, we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap and drove a white truck.Of course, he delivered (分发) more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would write a note — “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”. Then she put the note and the empty bottles into the milk box. The next day, the buttermilk would magically appear.There was also a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to our house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box in the house, so that the milk wouldn’t freeze. And I remember Mr. Basille from time to time taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery.I am sad that there is no home milk delivery today. Big companies produce cheaper milk, and milk is for sale everywhere. People may not need the milkman anymore.Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside and it brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and put it outside the door. My son’s friends always ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship with his milk.1.The milkman delivered milk to family _____ in the old days.A.by carB.by bikeC.on footD.by truck2.The writer’s mother put the note _____. A.into the bottlesB.into the milk boxC.in the kitchenD.in front of the door3.The writer brought back home an old milk box because he _____.A.missed the good old daysB.wanted to tell funny storiesC.needed it for his milk bottleD.wanted to give it to the milkman

DBA解析1.根据文章内容His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap and drove a white truck.可知

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