二、出題設計：克漏字測驗 (20%) (兩部分各 10 分，共 20 分)

A light rain was falling as my sister and I ran out of the church, eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa hadleft for us and our baby sister, Sharon. Across the street from the church was a gas station where the long-distance bus stopped.It was closed for Christmas, but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door, crowded together under the narrow edge ofthe roof in an attempt to keep dry. I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up withJill. 

Once we got home, there was barely time to enjoy our presents. We had to go off to our grandparents’ house for our annualChristmas dinner. As we drove down the highway through town, I noticed that the family was still there, standing outside theclosed gas station. 

My father was driving very slowly down the highway. The closer we got to the branch road for my grandparents’ house, theslower the car went. Suddenly, my father made a U-turn in the middle of the road and said, “I can't stand it!”

 “What?” asked my mother. 

“It's those people back there at the gas station, standing in the rain. They've got children. It's Christmas. I can't stand it.”

 When my father pulled into the service station, I saw that there were five of them: the parents and three children — two girlsand a small boy. 

My father rolled down his window. “Merry Christmas,” he said. 

“Hi!” the man replied. He was very tall and had to bend slightly to look into the car. 

Jill, Sharon, and I stared at the children, and they stared back at us. 

“You waiting for the bus?” my father asked. 

The man said that they were. They were going to Birmingham, where he had a brother and prospects of a job.“Well, that bus isn’t going to come along for several hours, and you’re getting wet standing here. Winborn’s just a couplemiles up the road. They've got a bus stop with a cover there, and some benches,” my father said. “Why don't you all get in thecar and I’ll run you up there?” 

The man thought about it for a moment, and then he waved his hand for his family to come. 

They climbed into the car.They had no baggage, only the clothes they were wearing. 

Once they settled in, my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three sadfaces silently gave him his answer.“Well, I didn’t think so,” my father said, winking at my mother, “because when I saw Santa this morning, he told me that hewas having trouble finding you all, and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house. We’ll just go get them before I takeyou to the bus stop.” 

All at once, the three children’s faces lit up, and they began to jump around in the back seat, laughing and chatting. 

When we got out of the car at our house, the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that werespread out under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied Jill’s doll and immediately hugged it to her breast. I remember thatthe little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball. And the other girl picked up something of mine. All this happened a long time ago, but thememory of it remains clear. That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy.My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short-sleeved dress, so she gave the girl Jill’s only sweater to wear.My father invited them to join us at our grandparents’ for Christmas dinner, but the parents refused. Even when we all triedto talk them into coming, they were firm in their decision.Back in the car, on the way to Winborn, my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare.His brother had sent tickets, the man said. 

My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars, which was all he had left until his next payday. He pressed themoney into the man’s hand. The man tried to give it back, but my father insisted. “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham, andthese children will be hungry before then. Take it. I’ve been completely without money before, and I know what it’s like whenyou can’t feed your family.”

 We left them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away, I watched out the window as long as I could, looking backat the little girl hugging her new doll.