adapted from The Bird on Its Journeyby Beatrice Harraden As the sun painted the sky red and was slowly retiring for the day, several guests were having tea in a café in District 9 in Switzerland. The streets looked white as a sheep's fleece, and very few people could be seen walking on the street with heavy coats. Suddenly, a young woman rushed into the café and drew a chair up to the fire. An elderly lady, who was herself trying to get warm, told the young woman to put on some other clothes as she looked soaking wet. The lady continued, "You ought to lose no time in changing your clothes." The young woman replied that she did not have any spare clothes to change into and said that she would soon be dry. "Have you lost all your luggage?" asked the lady, looking around the woman and noticing she was empty-handed. The woman said that she did not have any luggage to lose, but she had a knapsack, but it didn't have any clothes in it. She smiled a little mischievously and added, considerately, "I have walked a long distance—in fact, from District 10." "And where did you leave your companions?" asked the lady, with a touch of concern in her voice. The young woman replied that she is without companions, just as she is without luggage, and then she opened the piano that was lying next to the fireplace and struck a few notes. There was something soothing in the way in which she touched the keys. Whoever she was, she knew how to make sweet music, and sad music too, full of undefinable longing for someone. The lady bending over the fire looked up at the young woman and hesitated for one moment. She then took her childish-looking face between her hands, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for playing music. "The piano is terribly out of tune," said the young woman, and she ran out of the room and came back carrying her knapsack. "What are you going to do?" asked her the lady. "I am going to tune the piano," the young woman said, and she took a tuning hammer out of her knapsack and began her work earnestly. She evidently knew what she was doing and pegged away at the notes as though her whole life depended upon it. The lady by the fire was lost in amazement and started thinking who this woman could be—without luggage, without friends, and with a tuning hammer!7. From information in the passage, the reader can conclude that the incident takes place
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100 points
in the evening
during the morning
late at night
in the afternoon
adapted from The Bird on Its Journeyby Beatrice Harraden As the sun painted the sky red and was slowly retiring for the day, several guests were having tea in a café in District 9 in Switzerland. The streets looked white as a sheep's fleece, and very few people could be seen walking on the street with heavy coats. Suddenly, a young woman rushed into the café and drew a chair up to the fire. An elderly lady, who was herself trying to get warm, told the young woman to put on some other clothes as she looked soaking wet. The lady continued, "You ought to lose no time in changing your clothes." The young woman replied that she did not have any spare clothes to change into and said that she would soon be dry. "Have you lost all your luggage?" asked the lady, looking around the woman and noticing she was empty-handed. The woman said that she did not have any luggage to lose, but she had a knapsack, but it didn't have any clothes in it. She smiled a little mischievously and added, considerately, "I have walked a long distance—in fact, from District 10." "And where did you leave your companions?" asked the lady, with a touch of concern in her voice. The young woman replied that she is without companions, just as she is without luggage, and then she opened the piano that was lying next to the fireplace and struck a few notes. There was something soothing in the way in which she touched the keys. Whoever she was, she knew how to make sweet music, and sad music too, full of undefinable longing for someone. The lady bending over the fire looked up at the young woman and hesitated for one moment. She then took her childish-looking face between her hands, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for playing music. "The piano is terribly out of tune," said the young woman, and she ran out of the room and came back carrying her knapsack. "What are you going to do?" asked her the lady. "I am going to tune the piano," the young woman said, and she took a tuning hammer out of her knapsack and began her work earnestly. She evidently knew what she was doing and pegged away at the notes as though her whole life depended upon it. The lady by the fire was lost in amazement and started thinking who this woman could be—without luggage, without friends, and with a tuning hammer!7. From information in the passage, the reader can conclude that the incident takes place
*
100 points
in the evening
during the morning
late at night
in the afternoon