I was seven years old.One day，I saw the most beautiful dollhouse（玩具屋）in a shop.
   "Oh，Daddy，isn't it beautiful？Will Santa Claus（圣誕老人）bring it home？"I asked.
   My father looked at the price—＄100."I think it's too expensive.Even Santa couldn't have enough money to buy this，"he was telling a joke.He put his tie（領(lǐng)帶）up as he always did when he was worrying."Maybe one day，sweetheart，"Dad hoped I would forget about it，but I always talked about it so that he was getting bored.
   On Christmas morning，I got up early and ran outside.Many boxes were under the Christmas tree，but none of them were large enough for my dollhouse.
   Dad saw I was unhappy.He told me how he wanted a red wagon（貨車）when he was a boy，but his father couldn't buy one."I made one for myself by using wood.That wagon meant more to me than any store bought wagon，"he said.
   "But I don't know how to make a house."
   "We can make one together，"he advised.So after Christmas，we started it.Night after night，though Dad worked a day and was tired，he always spent time doing it with me.It took four months of hard work.Every time I see it，I'll remember those months I watched Dad bring my dream to life.

（1）On Christmas morning that year，when the writer saw the boxes under the Christmas tree，

B

B

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A.she knew the dollhouse was inside the box
B.she knew she couldn't get her favorite gift
C.she knew her father took her word seriously
D.she knew it was the best Christmas ever
（2）Why did the father tell his daughter the story of his childhood？

B

B

A.Because he was good at telling stories.
B.Because he wanted to ask her daughter to make the house herself.
C.Because he wanted to make a wagon for her daughter.
D.Because he wanted to show he was wonderful.
（3）What can we learn from the passage？

C

C

A.The writer's family was rich at that time.
B The writer's father was strict with her.
C.The writer loved the gift her father made for her.
D The writer could make a dollhouse herself.