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The Summer of Rain by A. Gautam Maya looked at the overcast sky and hesitated before stepping out. She looked back to the bed where her little brother lay sleeping. Mihir had been in bed for the last two days. The fever had gone down, but he still appeared pale as buffalo's milk. His eyes were the color of turmeric powder. Although Mihir was eating and keeping his food down, Maya knew that he needed another dosage of medicine. The city doctor was far away, and Maya vaguely remembered his address. Maya rushed to the bed to feel Mihir's forehead one last time and decided to leave for the city. She had been unable to make up her mind the whole morning. I have to go now if I want to be home by sunset, Maya thought to herself and ordered her mind to be calm. After leaving several notes explaining the whereabouts of the food, juice, and herself all over Mihir's room, Maya wrapped the shawl tightly around her arms. She locked the house from the outside and left. After walking a few blocks, Maya remembered that she needed her rubber boots and umbrella. Maya said a few inaudible words of anger at her lack of attention, rushed back to the porch where she had left the umbrella and her boots, and resumed her journey with quicker steps. Maya had no idea that she could almost run in those awkward boots when she needed to. The whole time she was walking toward the city, Maya fretted over the important things she might have forgotten to do. Her feet mechanically moved in the direction of her destination. She failed to notice that not even stray dogs were out in this weather. It doesn't even feel like summer, Maya thought, wishing she had worn a jacket instead of her mother's shawl. The sun was nowhere to be seen among the grey clouds, and Maya had already lost the track of time. "In the monsoon months It rains to make me wet How to I console My one lonely heart?" Maya started singing so she would not feel alone. Now, she had understood why her mother always sang while doing chores. She would sing while doing dishes, cooking, or cleaning the house. Wow! Ma sings all the time, Maya realized. Because her mother sang so much, her house had felt unusually quiet without her. If I had brought along the radio, I would have at least known when they unblocked the roads! Maya laughed thinking of all the things she planned on carrying for one trip she was taking to the city. "Like I am going on a voyage!" she said out loud and thought about her mother who often spoke to herself—accidentally. "Take care of each other, we'll be back in two days," Maya remembered her mother's words. Two days have turned into four long ones, Ma! she thought and realized that her feet had carried her to the city. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop and talking to several drivers. Only one driver agreed to take her all the way to Dr. Ram's clinic. Maya asked about the auto rickshaw fare in advance because she had to spare enough money for the medicine. She also asked him if he was certain about the location of the clinic. "The doctor Ram's clinic? Forty Rupees," the driver said and looked curiously at her. "And, I know about every street in Kathmandu." Only at that moment did she realize that it was not a good idea for a girl to get in an auto rickshaw alone. "No thanks! But, can you give me directions to go there?" she asked. "How about you split the fare with another customer going that way? It will take you at least two hours to get there on foot. I will make sure you share the seat with a lady," the driver said. Maya contemplated about the offer when an elderly woman approached the driver and asked him if he could take her to Thimi. "Hey, girl, the clinic is on the way to Thimi! I won't even charge you for the fare if the lady agrees. I will try to find a customer coming back this way so I can drop you here when you are done at the clinic. You can split the fare again. I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains," the driver said, smiling. "Yeah. I don't mind, but you have to hurry up. It will rain soon," the woman persuaded Maya. "Will you put on the radio while we go there? I have to hear the news about the landslide," Maya asked the driver and climbed in to the auto rickshaw. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." "Sure," the driver said as he started the engine and turned on the radio. "I am also from the countryside, though. Why is a young girl like you out alone in this weather anyway?" "My brother is sick. I have to get him medicine," Maya replied. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. The blockade was over. Now, her parents could be home by tonight. She hoped to be home before they did so she could give Mihir one more dose of the medicine. Maya is wary of the people in Kathmandu. Which of these best supports this idea? A. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." B. "I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains." C. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. D. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop.

A. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us."

Passage 1 from The Bible, King James Version The First Book of Moses: Genesis 7:10 And it came to pass after seven days, that the waters of the flood were upon the earth. 7:11 In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened. 7:12 And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights. 7:13 In the selfsame day entered Noah, and Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, the sons of Noah, and Noah's wife, and the three wives of his sons with them, into the ark; 7:14 They, and every beast after his kind, and all the cattle after their kind, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind, and every fowl after his kind, every bird of every sort. 7:14 They, and every beast after his kind, and all the cattle after their kind, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind, and every fowl after his kind, every bird of every sort. 7:15 And they went in unto Noah into the ark, two and two of all flesh, wherein is the breath of life. 7:16 And they that went in, went in male and female of all flesh, as God had commanded him: and the LORD shut him in. 7:17 And the flood was forty days upon the earth; and the waters increased, and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth. 7:18 And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly upon the earth; and the ark went upon the face of the waters. 7:19 And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered. 7:20 Fifteen cubits upward did the waters prevail; and the mountains were covered. 7:21 And all flesh died that moved upon the earth, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of beast, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth, and every man: 7:22 All in whose nostrils was the breath of life, of all that was in the dry land, died. Passage 2 from Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner in there. We put all the other things handy at the back of the cavern. Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it. Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild; and next, when it was just about the bluest and blackest—FST! it was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs—where it's long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know. . . . The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days, till at last it was over the banks. The water was three or four foot deep on the island in the low places and on the Illinois bottom. In Passage 2, which evidence from the text supports the idea that the narrator is not concerned about the storm? A. It was one of these regular summer storms. B. We put all the other things handy at the back of the cavern. C. Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it. D. The water was three or four foot deep on the island in the low places and on the Illinois bottom.

A. It was one of these regular summer storms.

The Summer of Rain by A. Gautam Maya looked at the overcast sky and hesitated before stepping out. She looked back to the bed where her little brother lay sleeping. Mihir had been in bed for the last two days. The fever had gone down, but he still appeared pale as buffalo's milk. His eyes were the color of turmeric powder. Although Mihir was eating and keeping his food down, Maya knew that he needed another dosage of medicine. The city doctor was far away, and Maya vaguely remembered his address. Maya rushed to the bed to feel Mihir's forehead one last time and decided to leave for the city. She had been unable to make up her mind the whole morning. I have to go now if I want to be home by sunset, Maya thought to herself and ordered her mind to be calm. After leaving several notes explaining the whereabouts of the food, juice, and herself all over Mihir's room, Maya wrapped the shawl tightly around her arms. She locked the house from the outside and left. After walking a few blocks, Maya remembered that she needed her rubber boots and umbrella. Maya said a few inaudible words of anger at her lack of attention, rushed back to the porch where she had left the umbrella and her boots, and resumed her journey with quicker steps. Maya had no idea that she could almost run in those awkward boots when she needed to. The whole time she was walking toward the city, Maya fretted over the important things she might have forgotten to do. Her feet mechanically moved in the direction of her destination. She failed to notice that not even stray dogs were out in this weather. It doesn't even feel like summer, Maya thought, wishing she had worn a jacket instead of her mother's shawl. The sun was nowhere to be seen among the grey clouds, and Maya had already lost the track of time. "In the monsoon months It rains to make me wet How to I console My one lonely heart?" Maya started singing so she would not feel alone. Now, she had understood why her mother always sang while doing chores. She would sing while doing dishes, cooking, or cleaning the house. Wow! Ma sings all the time, Maya realized. Because her mother sang so much, her house had felt unusually quiet without her. If I had brought along the radio, I would have at least known when they unblocked the roads! Maya laughed thinking of all the things she planned on carrying for one trip she was taking to the city. "Like I am going on a voyage!" she said out loud and thought about her mother who often spoke to herself—accidentally. "Take care of each other, we'll be back in two days," Maya remembered her mother's words. Two days have turned into four long ones, Ma! she thought and realized that her feet had carried her to the city. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop and talking to several drivers. Only one driver agreed to take her all the way to Dr. Ram's clinic. Maya asked about the auto rickshaw fare in advance because she had to spare enough money for the medicine. She also asked him if he was certain about the location of the clinic. "The doctor Ram's clinic? Forty Rupees," the driver said and looked curiously at her. "And, I know about every street in Kathmandu." Only at that moment did she realize that it was not a good idea for a girl to get in an auto rickshaw alone. "No thanks! But, can you give me directions to go there?" she asked. "How about you split the fare with another customer going that way? It will take you at least two hours to get there on foot. I will make sure you share the seat with a lady," the driver said. Maya contemplated about the offer when an elderly woman approached the driver and asked him if he could take her to Thimi. "Hey, girl, the clinic is on the way to Thimi! I won't even charge you for the fare if the lady agrees. I will try to find a customer coming back this way so I can drop you here when you are done at the clinic. You can split the fare again. I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains," the driver said, smiling. "Yeah. I don't mind, but you have to hurry up. It will rain soon," the woman persuaded Maya. "Will you put on the radio while we go there? I have to hear the news about the landslide," Maya asked the driver and climbed in to the auto rickshaw. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." "Sure," the driver said as he started the engine and turned on the radio. "I am also from the countryside, though. Why is a young girl like you out alone in this weather anyway?" "My brother is sick. I have to get him medicine," Maya replied. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. The blockade was over. Now, her parents could be home by tonight. She hoped to be home before they did so she could give Mihir one more dose of the medicine. It can be concluded from this passage that A. Dr. Ram often makes house calls. B. Dr. Ram is unaffordable for many. C. Dr. Ram offers free treatments. D. Dr. Ram is a well-known person.

D. Dr. Ram is a well-known person.

The Summer of Rain by A. Gautam Maya looked at the overcast sky and hesitated before stepping out. She looked back to the bed where her little brother lay sleeping. Mihir had been in bed for the last two days. The fever had gone down, but he still appeared pale as buffalo's milk. His eyes were the color of turmeric powder. Although Mihir was eating and keeping his food down, Maya knew that he needed another dosage of medicine. The city doctor was far away, and Maya vaguely remembered his address. Maya rushed to the bed to feel Mihir's forehead one last time and decided to leave for the city. She had been unable to make up her mind the whole morning. I have to go now if I want to be home by sunset, Maya thought to herself and ordered her mind to be calm. After leaving several notes explaining the whereabouts of the food, juice, and herself all over Mihir's room, Maya wrapped the shawl tightly around her arms. She locked the house from the outside and left. After walking a few blocks, Maya remembered that she needed her rubber boots and umbrella. Maya said a few inaudible words of anger at her lack of attention, rushed back to the porch where she had left the umbrella and her boots, and resumed her journey with quicker steps. Maya had no idea that she could almost run in those awkward boots when she needed to. The whole time she was walking toward the city, Maya fretted over the important things she might have forgotten to do. Her feet mechanically moved in the direction of her destination. She failed to notice that not even stray dogs were out in this weather. It doesn't even feel like summer, Maya thought, wishing she had worn a jacket instead of her mother's shawl. The sun was nowhere to be seen among the grey clouds, and Maya had already lost the track of time. "In the monsoon months It rains to make me wet How to I console My one lonely heart?" Maya started singing so she would not feel alone. Now, she had understood why her mother always sang while doing chores. She would sing while doing dishes, cooking, or cleaning the house. Wow! Ma sings all the time, Maya realized. Because her mother sang so much, her house had felt unusually quiet without her. If I had brought along the radio, I would have at least known when they unblocked the roads! Maya laughed thinking of all the things she planned on carrying for one trip she was taking to the city. "Like I am going on a voyage!" she said out loud and thought about her mother who often spoke to herself—accidentally. "Take care of each other, we'll be back in two days," Maya remembered her mother's words. Two days have turned into four long ones, Ma! she thought and realized that her feet had carried her to the city. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop and talking to several drivers. Only one driver agreed to take her all the way to Dr. Ram's clinic. Maya asked about the auto rickshaw fare in advance because she had to spare enough money for the medicine. She also asked him if he was certain about the location of the clinic. "The doctor Ram's clinic? Forty Rupees," the driver said and looked curiously at her. "And, I know about every street in Kathmandu." Only at that moment did she realize that it was not a good idea for a girl to get in an auto rickshaw alone. "No thanks! But, can you give me directions to go there?" she asked. "How about you split the fare with another customer going that way? It will take you at least two hours to get there on foot. I will make sure you share the seat with a lady," the driver said. Maya contemplated about the offer when an elderly woman approached the driver and asked him if he could take her to Thimi. "Hey, girl, the clinic is on the way to Thimi! I won't even charge you for the fare if the lady agrees. I will try to find a customer coming back this way so I can drop you here when you are done at the clinic. You can split the fare again. I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains," the driver said, smiling. "Yeah. I don't mind, but you have to hurry up. It will rain soon," the woman persuaded Maya. "Will you put on the radio while we go there? I have to hear the news about the landslide," Maya asked the driver and climbed in to the auto rickshaw. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." "Sure," the driver said as he started the engine and turned on the radio. "I am also from the countryside, though. Why is a young girl like you out alone in this weather anyway?" "My brother is sick. I have to get him medicine," Maya replied. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. The blockade was over. Now, her parents could be home by tonight. She hoped to be home before they did so she could give Mihir one more dose of the medicine. What does the evidence in this passage suggest? A. Maya's father travels with his family in the summer. B. Maya's mother works a lot around the house. C. Maya's father has a job that takes him to the city. D. Maya's mother often leaves Mihir at the house.

B. Maya's mother works a lot around the house.

adapted from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen "I hope, my dear, you have ordered a good dinner today, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party," said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were having breakfast the next morning. "Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody who is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in—and I hope my dinners are good enough for her." "The person of whom I speak is a gentleman and a stranger." Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled. "It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. But how unlucky! Lydia, my love, ring the bell, for I must speak to Hill this moment, as there is not a bit of fish to be got today." "It is not Mr. Bingley, but it is a person whom I have never seen in the whole course of my life," said her husband. This roused a general astonishment, and he beamed with pleasure at being eagerly questioned by his wife and five daughters at once. After amusing himself for some time with their curiosity, he explained, "About a month ago, I received this letter, and about a fortnight ago, I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy and requiring early attention. It is from my cousin, Mr. Collins, who will inherit this house from me." "Oh, my dear! I am sure, if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or the other about it. And pray do not talk of that unpleasant man! I do think it is the hardest thing in the world that your estate should pass on to a distant relative and not your children," cried his wife. Jane and Elizabeth tried to calm her down, but she continued to complain bitterly against the cruelty of settling an estate away from a family of five daughters, in favour of a man whom nobody cared anything about. "It certainly is a most unjust affair, and nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself," said Mr. Bennet. "No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it is very impertinent and insincere of Mr. Collins to write to you at all." Read the following sentence from the passage. This roused a general astonishment, and he beamed with pleasure at being eagerly questioned by his wife and five daughters at once. This sentence best supports the idea that A. Mr. Bennet likes showing off that he is knowledgeable. B. Mr. Bennet enjoys watching his family as they figure out their mystery guest. C. Mr. Bennett feels happy keeping such secrets from his wife and daughters. D. Mr. Bennet likes inviting strangers to his home for dinner.

B. Mr. Bennet enjoys watching his family as they figure out their mystery guest.

The Summer of Rain by A. Gautam Maya looked at the overcast sky and hesitated before stepping out. She looked back to the bed where her little brother lay sleeping. Mihir had been in bed for the last two days. The fever had gone down, but he still appeared pale as buffalo's milk. His eyes were the color of turmeric powder. Although Mihir was eating and keeping his food down, Maya knew that he needed another dosage of medicine. The city doctor was far away, and Maya vaguely remembered his address. Maya rushed to the bed to feel Mihir's forehead one last time and decided to leave for the city. She had been unable to make up her mind the whole morning. I have to go now if I want to be home by sunset, Maya thought to herself and ordered her mind to be calm. After leaving several notes explaining the whereabouts of the food, juice, and herself all over Mihir's room, Maya wrapped the shawl tightly around her arms. She locked the house from the outside and left. After walking a few blocks, Maya remembered that she needed her rubber boots and umbrella. Maya said a few inaudible words of anger at her lack of attention, rushed back to the porch where she had left the umbrella and her boots, and resumed her journey with quicker steps. Maya had no idea that she could almost run in those awkward boots when she needed to. The whole time she was walking toward the city, Maya fretted over the important things she might have forgotten to do. Her feet mechanically moved in the direction of her destination. She failed to notice that not even stray dogs were out in this weather. It doesn't even feel like summer, Maya thought, wishing she had worn a jacket instead of her mother's shawl. The sun was nowhere to be seen among the grey clouds, and Maya had already lost the track of time. "In the monsoon months It rains to make me wet How to I console My one lonely heart?" Maya started singing so she would not feel alone. Now, she had understood why her mother always sang while doing chores. She would sing while doing dishes, cooking, or cleaning the house. Wow! Ma sings all the time, Maya realized. Because her mother sang so much, her house had felt unusually quiet without her. If I had brought along the radio, I would have at least known when they unblocked the roads! Maya laughed thinking of all the things she planned on carrying for one trip she was taking to the city. "Like I am going on a voyage!" she said out loud and thought about her mother who often spoke to herself—accidentally. "Take care of each other, we'll be back in two days," Maya remembered her mother's words. Two days have turned into four long ones, Ma! she thought and realized that her feet had carried her to the city. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop and talking to several drivers. Only one driver agreed to take her all the way to Dr. Ram's clinic. Maya asked about the auto rickshaw fare in advance because she had to spare enough money for the medicine. She also asked him if he was certain about the location of the clinic. "The doctor Ram's clinic? Forty Rupees," the driver said and looked curiously at her. "And, I know about every street in Kathmandu." Only at that moment did she realize that it was not a good idea for a girl to get in an auto rickshaw alone. "No thanks! But, can you give me directions to go there?" she asked. "How about you split the fare with another customer going that way? It will take you at least two hours to get there on foot. I will make sure you share the seat with a lady," the driver said. Maya contemplated about the offer when an elderly woman approached the driver and asked him if he could take her to Thimi. "Hey, girl, the clinic is on the way to Thimi! I won't even charge you for the fare if the lady agrees. I will try to find a customer coming back this way so I can drop you here when you are done at the clinic. You can split the fare again. I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains," the driver said, smiling. "Yeah. I don't mind, but you have to hurry up. It will rain soon," the woman persuaded Maya. "Will you put on the radio while we go there? I have to hear the news about the landslide," Maya asked the driver and climbed in to the auto rickshaw. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." "Sure," the driver said as he started the engine and turned on the radio. "I am also from the countryside, though. Why is a young girl like you out alone in this weather anyway?" "My brother is sick. I have to get him medicine," Maya replied. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. The blockade was over. Now, her parents could be home by tonight. She hoped to be home before they did so she could give Mihir one more dose of the medicine. Based on the evidence in this passage, Maya can be best described as A. moody. B. forgetful. C. insecure. D. studious.

B. forgetful.

adapted from Robinson's Calendar by Samuel B. Allison The matter of keeping track of time puzzled Robinson very much because it was getting more difficult every day to keep it in his memory. He must write down the days as they slip by, but where and how? He had neither pen, ink, nor paper. Should he mark every day with a colored stone on the smooth side of the huge rock wall within whose clefts he had dug out his cave? But the rain would wash off the record, and then he would lose all his bearings. Then he thought of the beach, but there, the wind and waves would also erase it. He said to himself. I must find something on which to keep a record. I must also know when Sunday is, because I must rest one day in a week. Yes, I must find something on which to write.. Finally, he chose two trees standing near each other and then searched for a small, sharp stone, which he could make still sharper by striking it on another, and when he had got this pen ready he cut into the bark of one tree. He made seven cuts in a row for the seven days in a week. The first cut was longer than the others to represent Sunday. At sunset every day, he made a new cut in the bark. The other tree he called the month tree. On its stem, he was to cut a mark every time his week tree told him a month had passed, but he must be careful, for the months were not of equal length. He remembered his teacher had once said in school that the months could be counted on the knuckles and hollows of the hand, in such a way that the long and short months could be found easily, and he could tell, in this way, the number of days in each. Based on the evidence in the passage, which word best describes Robinson? A. friendly B. resourceful C. humorous D. generous

B. resourceful

adapted from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen "I hope, my dear, you have ordered a good dinner today, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party," said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were having breakfast the next morning. "Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody who is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in—and I hope my dinners are good enough for her." "The person of whom I speak is a gentleman and a stranger." Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled. "It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. But how unlucky! Lydia, my love, ring the bell, for I must speak to Hill this moment, as there is not a bit of fish to be got today." "It is not Mr. Bingley, but it is a person whom I have never seen in the whole course of my life," said her husband. This roused a general astonishment, and he beamed with pleasure at being eagerly questioned by his wife and five daughters at once. After amusing himself for some time with their curiosity, he explained, "About a month ago, I received this letter, and about a fortnight ago, I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy and requiring early attention. It is from my cousin, Mr. Collins, who will inherit this house from me." "Oh, my dear! I am sure, if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or the other about it. And pray do not talk of that unpleasant man! I do think it is the hardest thing in the world that your estate should pass on to a distant relative and not your children," cried his wife. Jane and Elizabeth tried to calm her down, but she continued to complain bitterly against the cruelty of settling an estate away from a family of five daughters, in favour of a man whom nobody cared anything about. "It certainly is a most unjust affair, and nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself," said Mr. Bennet. "No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it is very impertinent and insincere of Mr. Collins to write to you at all." Which sentence from the passage best supports the idea that Mrs. Bennet is quick to assume things without hearing the facts? A. Oh, my dear! I am sure, if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or the other about it. B. It certainly is a most unjust affair, and nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. C. It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. D. Lydia, my love, ring the bell, for I must speak to Hill this moment, as there is not a bit of fish to be got today.

C. It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley.

The Summer of Rain by A. Gautam Maya looked at the overcast sky and hesitated before stepping out. She looked back to the bed where her little brother lay sleeping. Mihir had been in bed for the last two days. The fever had gone down, but he still appeared pale as buffalo's milk. His eyes were the color of turmeric powder. Although Mihir was eating and keeping his food down, Maya knew that he needed another dosage of medicine. The city doctor was far away, and Maya vaguely remembered his address. Maya rushed to the bed to feel Mihir's forehead one last time and decided to leave for the city. She had been unable to make up her mind the whole morning. I have to go now if I want to be home by sunset, Maya thought to herself and ordered her mind to be calm. After leaving several notes explaining the whereabouts of the food, juice, and herself all over Mihir's room, Maya wrapped the shawl tightly around her arms. She locked the house from the outside and left. After walking a few blocks, Maya remembered that she needed her rubber boots and umbrella. Maya said a few inaudible words of anger at her lack of attention, rushed back to the porch where she had left the umbrella and her boots, and resumed her journey with quicker steps. Maya had no idea that she could almost run in those awkward boots when she needed to. The whole time she was walking toward the city, Maya fretted over the important things she might have forgotten to do. Her feet mechanically moved in the direction of her destination. She failed to notice that not even stray dogs were out in this weather. It doesn't even feel like summer, Maya thought, wishing she had worn a jacket instead of her mother's shawl. The sun was nowhere to be seen among the grey clouds, and Maya had already lost the track of time. "In the monsoon months It rains to make me wet How to I console My one lonely heart?" Maya started singing so she would not feel alone. Now, she had understood why her mother always sang while doing chores. She would sing while doing dishes, cooking, or cleaning the house. Wow! Ma sings all the time, Maya realized. Because her mother sang so much, her house had felt unusually quiet without her. If I had brought along the radio, I would have at least known when they unblocked the roads! Maya laughed thinking of all the things she planned on carrying for one trip she was taking to the city. "Like I am going on a voyage!" she said out loud and thought about her mother who often spoke to herself—accidentally. "Take care of each other, we'll be back in two days," Maya remembered her mother's words. Two days have turned into four long ones, Ma! she thought and realized that her feet had carried her to the city. She found herself standing near the auto rickshaw stop and talking to several drivers. Only one driver agreed to take her all the way to Dr. Ram's clinic. Maya asked about the auto rickshaw fare in advance because she had to spare enough money for the medicine. She also asked him if he was certain about the location of the clinic. "The doctor Ram's clinic? Forty Rupees," the driver said and looked curiously at her. "And, I know about every street in Kathmandu." Only at that moment did she realize that it was not a good idea for a girl to get in an auto rickshaw alone. "No thanks! But, can you give me directions to go there?" she asked. "How about you split the fare with another customer going that way? It will take you at least two hours to get there on foot. I will make sure you share the seat with a lady," the driver said. Maya contemplated about the offer when an elderly woman approached the driver and asked him if he could take her to Thimi. "Hey, girl, the clinic is on the way to Thimi! I won't even charge you for the fare if the lady agrees. I will try to find a customer coming back this way so I can drop you here when you are done at the clinic. You can split the fare again. I am not this kind every day so hop in before it rains," the driver said, smiling. "Yeah. I don't mind, but you have to hurry up. It will rain soon," the woman persuaded Maya. "Will you put on the radio while we go there? I have to hear the news about the landslide," Maya asked the driver and climbed in to the auto rickshaw. "I didn't know people in the city are also nice like us." "Sure," the driver said as he started the engine and turned on the radio. "I am also from the countryside, though. Why is a young girl like you out alone in this weather anyway?" "My brother is sick. I have to get him medicine," Maya replied. As she carefully listened to the news on the radio, she smiled. The blockade was over. Now, her parents could be home by tonight. She hoped to be home before they did so she could give Mihir one more dose of the medicine. Which example supports the idea that Maya resembles her mother? A. Maya is bold and fearless like her. B. Maya likes to listen to the radio. C. Maya sings and talks to herself. D. Maya hardly remembers directions.

C. Maya sings and talks to herself.

adapted from Robinson's Calendar by Samuel B. Allison The matter of keeping track of time puzzled Robinson very much because it was getting more difficult every day to keep it in his memory. He must write down the days as they slip by, but where and how? He had neither pen, ink, nor paper. Should he mark every day with a colored stone on the smooth side of the huge rock wall within whose clefts he had dug out his cave? But the rain would wash off the record, and then he would lose all his bearings. Then he thought of the beach, but there, the wind and waves would also erase it. He said to himself. I must find something on which to keep a record. I must also know when Sunday is, because I must rest one day in a week. Yes, I must find something on which to write.. Finally, he chose two trees standing near each other and then searched for a small, sharp stone, which he could make still sharper by striking it on another, and when he had got this pen ready he cut into the bark of one tree. He made seven cuts in a row for the seven days in a week. The first cut was longer than the others to represent Sunday. At sunset every day, he made a new cut in the bark. The other tree he called the month tree. On its stem, he was to cut a mark every time his week tree told him a month had passed, but he must be careful, for the months were not of equal length. He remembered his teacher had once said in school that the months could be counted on the knuckles and hollows of the hand, in such a way that the long and short months could be found easily, and he could tell, in this way, the number of days in each. Which sentence from the passage best supports the idea that Robinson was forced to adapt to his surroundings to keep time? A. He made seven cuts in a row for seven days in the week. B. The matter of keeping track of time puzzled Robinson very much because it was getting more difficult every day to keep it in his memory. C. Then he thought of the beach, but there, the wind and waves would also erase it. D. He searched for a small, sharp stone, which he could make still sharper by striking it on another, and when he had got his pen ready he cut into the bark of one tree.

D. He searched for a small, sharp stone, which he could make still sharper by striking it on another, and when he had got his pen ready he cut into the bark of one tree.