完形填空集训AIt was Christmas. I was teaching in a small town where my twenty-seven third graders excitedlyexpected the great day of gift-giving in a couple of days. Each day the children produced some new 36 Christmas cards, handmade gifts, German bells and so on. Through it all she remained alone, 37 from far away. I wondered whatwould happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now suddenly so quiet. I hoped the festivities wouldplease her. But nothing did. The students made t
