“那样我们所有人都会被烧死的，”贝西小姐说道，“他不可能只烧餐厅，而让别的房间免于火灾。”
“当然了，”杰克说道，“这正说明了他是个十足的恶棍。”
“他们证实这些了吗，杰克？”劳拉小姐问道。
“哦，他们只是猜测，因为他们在他装银器的袋子周围发现了几滴汽油。”
“多恐怖啊！可爱的乔，你救了我们。”漂亮的贝西小姐吻了吻我难看而又红肿的头。我只是舔了舔她的小手，但每次过后我总想多舔她几下。
第二天，德鲁里夫妇回家了，詹金斯的案子也水落石出。詹金斯被迫交代了一切，他被判处10年监禁。我希望他在那里好好改造，出来后做个好人。
心灵小语
你要知道，我做的所有一切都是为了你，即使前面有千难万险我也不怕。你有你的生活，你的朋友，你的工作和娱乐，而我，只有你。
记忆填空
1. When Miss laura came stairs with her little satchel on her arm， I got up and beside her.“Dear， old Joe，”she said，“you must not come.”Then she the door and went out.
2. We were pretty well used up. Jim’s back was bleeding in several places from the stones that Jenkins had thrown him， and I was a of bruises.
3. I could do nothing lick her little hand， but always after that I thought a great deal of her. The day the Drurys came home， and everything was out about Jenkins.
佳句翻译
1. 在莫里斯家的第一个冬天，我经历了一场惊心动魄的冒险。
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2. 我累了，躺在柔软而又舒适的床上，很快入睡了。
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3. 我希望他在那里好好改造__________________，出来后做个好人。
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短语应用
1. I was so furious that I thought only of getting hold of him.
get hold of：抓住；掌握
造__________________
2. I felt as if I could tear him to pieces.
tear... to pieces：撕碎
造__________________
霍莉今天上班吗？
Is Holly Working Today？
佚名 / Anonymous
For Holly and me， it started with a stray kitten. Abandoned in the harsh winter weather， she huddled in a ball on the front steps of our building， an elementary school for emotionally disturbed children where I provided therapy three days a week.
That morning， I kept the kitten in my office while the principal figured out where to take it.
It started as the children soberly traipsed into my office that day for their therapy. When they spotted the kitten， their faces suddenly brightened. Their reticence and tenseness seemed to melt away as they petted the stray， and our sessions were relaxed and open. The kitten’s effect was astounding and， by the end of the day， I was hatching a plan. My dog， Holly， was a gentle， gregarious， well-behaved seven-year-old of mixed parentage. Couldn’t she have the same relaxing effect on the children I counseled？ Enthused， I began paperwork requesting permission to bring Holly to school with me， providing documentation of the benefits of companion animals.
The project was approved， but my supervisor clearly let me know that Holly and I were on trial. The responsibility for any problems with the “dog experiment” would land squarely on my shoulders.
Optimistic nonetheless， I smiled at the signs pasted on my office door as I unlocked it on Holly’s first morning with me at school. “Holly is happy to be here，” the children had carefully stenciled. Already the children were responding positively to the idea of a dog counselor. Holly sniffed out my office， and we settled in for a day of work.
A small boy entered， and he and Holly stared at each other warily. “Does that dog bite？”
“No，” I assured him. “Why don’t you give her a treat？” I handed him a bag of multicolored doggie treats. “Pick any color you like，” I said. The boy chose a red treat and tentatively held it out to Holly. She neatly and gently took the treat， swallowed it quickly and licked the boy’s hand. The boy smiled. Holly’s critical debut had been a success.
After the bell rang， a succession of little visitors came to our door， wing to see Holly. As they took turns handing treats to Holly， she wagged her tail and licked their hands， showing her approval. It was no wonder the children were drawn to her： For many of them， it was their first encounter with unconditional acceptance.
During the days that followed， Holly learned not to bark at the children’s knocks on my office door. I set up a comer for her in my office on a piece of carpet remnant. The children eagerly came to me for their counseling visits， sitting on the floor by Holly and petting， brushing， playing with and confiding in her. As they relaxed with Holly， they let down their defenses. Our counseling sessions became smooth and productive.
Little by little， Holly’s influence reached beyond her little comer of my office. Absences at school began to drop， and the children’s disruptive behaviors softened. Even the teachers ducked in for some pet therapy throughout the day， giving Holly a short pat and restoring their spirits in her presence.
I didn’t realize how loved Holly was， though， until I missed two days of work with strep throat. When I called in sick the first day， expecting a touch of sympathy， I was immediately asked if that meant Holly would have to stay home， too. The second day， I was seriously asked if I could at least send Holly to work in a cab. Apparently， the teachers were tired of answering the question，“Is Holly working today？”
One morning before school， nine-year-old LeMar， a third-grader who visited Holly regularly， was shot and killed in a domestic dispute. His classmates learned of the tragedy while they were still on the school bus， and by the time they arrived at school， they were terrified and in tears.
I hurried to LeMar’s home classroom， Holly trailing behind me. LeMar’s teacher stood there with tears streaming down her face. "My degree didn’t prepare me to handle something like this，" she sobbed. I mustered all my sources and expertise to come up with the right words to soothe them.
