It was at an exhibition of the artist's works organized by the Red Cross． I was invited as a special （1）g　uest　to attend the exhibition． During this period， two cute girls of 16 or 17 years old came to me and asked me for my signature（签名）．

    "I haven't brought my pen． Is the （2）p　encil　okay？" Actually， I knew they wouldn't （3）r　efuse　． I just wanted to show a well﹣known writer's good manners to the （4）c　ommon　readers．

    "Certainly，" the young girls readily （5）a　greed　． I could see they were very excited． Of course， their excitement also made me feel more pleased and satisfied． One of the girls （6）h　anded　her fine notebook to me． I turned over the cover of the notebook， wrote a few words of encouragement （7）n　aturally　， and signed my name． The girl read my signature， frowned （皱眉）， looked at me carefully and asked， "Aren't you Robert Charboss？"

    "No，" I told her proudly， "I'm the author of Alice Adams， the （8）w　inner　of two Pulitzer Prizes．"

    The young girl turned to the （9）o　ther　shrugged （耸肩） and said， "Mary， lend your rubber to me．" At that moment， all my （10）p　ride　turned into a bubble （泡泡） immediately． Since then， I always warn myself： no matter how outstanding you are， don't think highly of yourself．