When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note-“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”-and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to out house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and planted it on the back porch （门廊）. Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

1.Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer ________.

A. to show his magical power                                          B. to pay for the delivery

C. to satisfy his curiosity                                                   D. to please his mother

2.What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.          

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.     

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

3.Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.             

D. It is forbidden by law.

4.Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.        

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.     

D. He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note----“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”----and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed 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 indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside. I took it home and planted it on the back porch （门廊）. Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

1.Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer____.

A. to show his magical power           

B. to pay for the delivery  

C. to satisfy his curiosity                

D. to please his mother 

2.What does “this” in the third paragraph refer to?

    A. The milkman’s magic power

    B. The milkman’s kindness to me

    C. The note to change an order

    D. The home delivery service

3.What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.  

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

4.Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.  

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.            

D. It is forbidden by law.

5.Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.        

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.        

D. He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note—“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”—and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically（魔术般）appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed 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 indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete (竞争). Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practiced to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. 1 took it home and planted it on the back porch (门廊). Every so often my son's friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

1.Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer      .

A.to show his magical power      B.to pay for the delivery

C. to satisfy his curiosity          D.to please his mother

2.What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy's house?

A.He wanted to have tea there.   

B.He was a respectable person. 

C.He was treated as a family member.

D.He was fully trusted by the family.

3. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A.Nobody wants to be a milkman now.  

B.It has been driven out of the market.  

C.Its service is getting poor.             

D.It is forbidden by law.

4.Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A.He missed the good old days.         

B.He wanted to tell interesting stories.  

C.He needed it for his milk bottles.      

D.He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note-“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”-and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed 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 indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and planted it on the back porch (门廊). Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

41. Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer ________.

A. to show his magical power                                   B. to pay for the delivery

C. to satisfy his curiosity                                          D. to please his mother

42. What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

43. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.

D. It is forbidden by law.

44. Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.

D. He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note----“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”----and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed 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 indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside. I took it home and planted it on the back porch （门廊）. Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

26. Mr. Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer____.

A. to show his magical power                  

B. to pay for the delivery  

C. to satisfy his curiosity                          

D. to please his mother 

27. What does “this” in the third paragraph refer to?

       A. The milkman’s magic power

       B. The milkman’s kindness to me

       C. The note to change an order

       D. The home delivery service

28. What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.  

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

29. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.  

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.            

D. It is forbidden by law.

30. Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.          

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.        

D. He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note --- “Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery” --- and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed 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 indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and planted it on the back porch (门廊). Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

56. Mr Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer ________.

A. to show his magical power                B. to pay for the delivery  

C. to satisfy his curiosity                      D. to please his mother 

57. What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.                B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.               D. He was fully trusted by the family.

58. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.   B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.             D. It is forbidden by law.

59. Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.          B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.       D. He planted flowers in it.

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note-“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”-and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to out house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and planted it on the back porch （门廊）. Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

56. Mr Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer____.

A. to show his magical power.      B. to pay for the delivery  

C. to satisfy his curiosity.       D. to please his mother. 

57. What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.  

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

58. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.  

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.            

D. It is forbidden by law.

59. Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.          

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.        

D. He planted flowers in it.              

When milk arrived on the doorstep

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. As a 5-year-old boy, I couldn’t take my eyes off the coin changer fixed to his belt. He noticed this one day during a delivery and gave me a quarter out of his coin changer.

Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would pen a note-“Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery”-and place it in the box along with the empty bottles. And then, the buttermilk would magically appear.

All of this was about more than convenience. There existed a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to out house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box indoors, 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.

There is sadly no home milk delivery today. Big companies allowed the production of cheaper milk, thus making it difficult for milkmen to compete. Besides, milk is for sale everywhere, and it may just not have been practical to have a delivery service.

Recently, an old milk box in the countryside I saw brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and planted it on the back porch （门廊）. Every so often my son’s friends will ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.

56. Mr Basille gave the boy a quarter out of his coin changer____.

A. to show his magical power.      B. to pay for the delivery  

C. to satisfy his curiosity.       D. to please his mother. 

57. What can be inferred from the fact that the milkman had the key to the boy’s house?

A. He wanted to have tea there.  

B. He was a respectable person.

C. He was treated as a family member.

D. He was fully trusted by the family.

58. Why does home milk delivery no longer exist?

A. Nobody wants to be a milkman now.  

B. It has been driven out of the market.

C. Its service is getting poor.            

D. It is forbidden by law.

59. Why did the author bring back home an old milk box?

A. He missed the good old days.          

B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.

C. He missed it for his milk bottles.        

D. He planted flowers in it.