I stood there listening to the stern words of my father.

“Which of you did this ?” he asked with a sharp voice. We all stared down at the floor containing the art of a child’s handwriting in chalk.

I stood there, trembling and hoped that no one else could see it. “Will he know it was me?” I secretly wondered. Scared, I said,“Not me, Dad.”

The others denied it as well. Of course, we knew that one of us must have done it. But I, being the youngest and smallest of us three, just couldn’t find the courage to tell the truth. I wasn’t a bad kid and lying was not normal for me. But the look on my dad’s face that evening frightened me and somehow I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.

Without saying a word, he disappeared for several minutes and came back with a piece of paper and a pencil, determined to find out who did it.

He asked each of us to write exactly what we saw on the floor. I wasn’t a stupid kid though. When my turn came, I deliberately wrote the words differently. So when my dad compared the handwriting, he still couldn’t tell which one of us did it. Frustrated, he took a step towards us and looked at his three small kids.

“I’m going to give you one more chance to admit.”

Not surprisingly, neither my brother nor my sister spoke up. Why should they?

I was the one who did it. “Should I say something? Is it too late? He will be mad.” Again, frightened, I held my tongue.

He took us all in the house as tears suddenly filled my eyes. “Since none of you seemed to have done it, then you will all get a spanking(打屁股).” What? Still I stood there and said nothing. The last thing I wanted was a spanking.

“I did it,” someone said and I was pretty sure it wasn’t me.

It was a secret we kept for many years.

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Our neighbor, Mrs. Moore is an old artist, who lives alone with her cat Taffy. Her husband passed away years ago and her children work in other cities. Mrs. Moore always wears a serious look but in fact she is a very nice neighbor. She does three things every day-petting Taffy, painting and baking, among which baking is the part I like. Whenever the mouth-watering smell gets over the fence, I could expect a paper bag containing delicious cookies to be passed over the fence and shared by my sister Jennifer and me. To return this favor, my dad would mow the lawn (修剪草坪) for Mrs. Moore and help repair the water pipes.

Last year, Dad put his idea of building a tree house for us in our back yard into action. Dad shot from the hip (干事利落) and got everything in place within two weeks. It was a yellow tree house with red roof, which made a great place. for Jennifer and me to get out of the sight of Mom and Dad to have fun and talk about our girlish matters. We couldn’t wait to get in only to find Taffy had taken occupation of it and messed up the inside. We ourselves were unwilling to talk about such a problem to our nice neighbor, but we had no other choice. Dad was the one we sent to Mrs. Moore’s house for a friendly talk about the issue.

After the talk, Dad took Mrs. Moore on an inspection of the tree house, at which she was extremely astonished, saying she had never expected Taffy could be so fascinated with it. She promised to take care of the problem but to our disappointment, the cat could still find ways to climb over the fence and get into the tree house. After a thousand apologies to us, Mrs. Moore gave the problem a careful consideration and came up to a big decision: In view of Taffy’s obsession (痴迷) with a tree house, why not build one specially for him?

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Mrs. Moore bought a ready-made one from an Internet store and had some workers fixed it up in her garden.

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Mrs. Moore racked her brains (绞尽脑汁) and worked out a plan to exchange our tree houses.

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Glenfield was the kind of town where people took care of each other in a quiet, New England sort of way. When there was a need, there was always someone there to meet it. Few had to ask for help and few expected thanks from others. In general, everyone gave when they could and received when they had to. The atmosphere of the residents’ families was warm and the relationship between the neighbours was harmonious. People lived and worked happily there.

Luckily, Jane, a middle school student, lived in the town. Her mother, Catherine, was a hardworking housewife, who was good at cooking all kinds of delicious food, especially cookies. Jane often followed her mother to give away good food to their neighbours.

Her nearest neighbour was John, an old man, whose farm was no more than a quarter mile down the road. John grew up in the town and preferred to live there, but his children moved to a large city. He had been busy with his career. He knew farming, hard work and his place among the other men of Glenfield, but anything else was unfamiliar and awkward to him.

John changed so much after his wife died. He stopped smiling, rarely went into town, never spoke to others, and had no patience for children. What’s more, his health was getting worse and worse.

When John became too old to farm, Catherine’s husband bought his land on which vegetables and trees were planted. Despite his retirement, John helped out on the farm all day. Unlike any other person who ever came to Catherine’s home, he never entered the house or sat at the table to share a meal.

Despite John’s stubbornness (固执), Catherine respected him and refused to let him go hungry after work. Helping him wouldn’t be easy, but Catherine always found a way of meeting his needs when she set her mind to something.

One day, John finished his task on the farm and returned to his house behind the farm.

After working in the kitchen for a while, Catherine called out to her daughter, “Jane, take these cookies to John.” Jane replied joyfully, “OK, Mum.” Then Jane packed them up and went to John’s house.