Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
I call my story the story of a bad boy, partly to distinguish myself from those faultless young gentlemen, and partly because I really was not an angle. I may truthfully say I was a friendly, impulsive teenager. I didn't want to be an angel. In short, I was a real human boy, such as you may meet anywhere in New England. 

Whenever a new scholar came to our school, I used to ask him " My name's Tom Bailey; what's your name?" If the name struck me favorably, I shook hands with the new pupil _ , but if it didn't, I would turn and walk away, for I was particular on this point. 

I was born in Rivermouth almost fifty years ago, but, before I became very well acquainted with that pretty New England town, my parents moved to New Orleans. I was only eighteen months old at the time of the move, and it didn't make much difference to me where I was, because several years later, when my father proposed to take me North to be educated, I had my own view on the subject. I instantly kicked over the little boy, Sam, who happened to be standing by me at the moment, and declared that I would not be taken away to live among a lot of Yankees! You see I was what is called " a Northern man with Southern principles," I had no recollection of New England: my earliest memories were connected with the South. I knew I was born in the North, but hoped nobody would find it out. I never told my schoolmates I was a Yankee, because they talked about Yankees in a scornful way which made me feel that it was quite a shame not to be born in the South. 

And this impression was strengthened by Aunt Chloe, who said, "There wasn't no gentlemen in the North no way." 

With this picture of Northern civilization in my eye, the readers will easily understand my terror at the bare thought of being transported to Rivermouth to school, and possibly will forgive me for kicking over little Sam, when my father announced this to me. As for kicking little Sam, I always did that, more or less gently, when anything went wrong with me. 

My father was greatly troubled by this violent behavior. As little Sam picked himself up, my father took my hand in his and led me thoughtfully to the library. He appeared strangely puzzled on learning the nature of my objections to going North. 

"Who on earth, Tom, has filled your brain with those silly stories?" asked my father calmly. 

"Aunt Chloe, sir, she told me." 

My father devoted that evening and several evenings to giving me a clear account of New England: its early struggles, its progress, and its present condition. I was no longer unwilling to go North; on the contrary, the proposed journey to a new world full of wonders kept me awake nights. Long before the moving day arrived I was eager to be off. My impatience was increased by the fact that my father had purchased for me a fine little Mustang pony, and shipped it to Rivermouth two weeks before the date set for our own journey. The pony completely resigned me to the situation. The pony's name was Gitana, which is the Spanish for "gypsy", so I always called her Gypsy. 

Finally the time came to leave the vine-covered mansion among the orange-trees, to say goodbye to little Sam(I am convince he was heartily glad to get rid of me), and to part with Aunt Chloe. I imagine them standing by the open garden gate; the tears are rolling down Aunt Chloe's cheeks; they and the old home fade away. I am never to see them again!
1. who did he kick?
2. did he like the north?
3. where was he born?
4. what did his father purchase for him?
5. what did he call people from the north?
6. where did his parents move to?
7. how old was he then?
8. what did his aunt say?
9. did he remember anything about the north?
10. who did he say gave him the stories?
11. who asked him?
12. what was the pony's name?
13. what was the Spanish name?
14. when was it shipped?
15. where did his father take him after kicking Sam?
16. what kind of teen did he think he was?
17. why did father want to take him north?
18. did he tell his friends he was born in north?
19. how long ago was he born?
20. how did his mates talk about northerners?

Numbered answers:
1. Sam
2. no
3. Rivermouth
4. a Mustang pony,
5. Yankees
6. New Orleans
7. eighteen months
8. "There wasn't no gentlemen in the North no way."
9. no
10. Aunt Chloe
11. his father
12. Gypsy
13. no
14. two weeks before the journey
15. to the library
16. friendly and impulsive
17. to be educated
18. no
19. almost fifty years ago
20. in a scornful way


Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
CHAPTER XVIII 

THE HAND IN THE WATER 

Scott lying among the pine-needles after work had stopped, lighted his pipe and glanced at Thirlwell, who had been talking for some minutes. 

"On the whole, it was lucky the smith had an iron hot," he said. "Black Steve's a dangerous man and we know something about the _Metis_ temper. Drummond, of course, is hardly a _Metis_, but he has a drop of Indian blood that must be reckoned on. It's a remarkably virile strain." 

"I was rather glad they quarreled. I'd been afraid Driscoll might learn he knew something about the lode and persuade him to join the gang. I wouldn't trust him far." 

"You can trust his Indian instincts," Scott replied. "No doubt he's greedy, but he hates Stormont, and I imagine he'd sooner punish the fellow than find the silver." He paused, and looked thoughtful when he went on: "The other matter's difficult; but, like Father Lucien, I don't see what we can do. It's possible that Steve drowned his partner, or anyhow, took advantage of an accident to let him drown; but we're not detectives, and you can't move against a man without something besides suspicion to go upon. Then we were under the cracking beam when he fixed the prop that stopped the roof coming down." 

"I suppose, if he's guilty, that oughtn't to count?" 

"It's an awkward question," Scott replied. "However, we don't know if he is guilty, and I don't see much chance of our finding out. But there's something else. Miss Strange had the shock of hearing about her father's sudden death, and it would not be kind to harrow her again." 
1. what is scott lying on?
2. who is he listening to?
3. what did he light?
4. who is dangerous?
5. what temper does he have?
6. is Drummond Metis?
7. what kind of blood does he have?
8. a lot?
9. how much?
10. why was he happy about their quarrel?
11. and what else?
12. who would he learn something about?
13. what does scott trust about him?
14. who does this person hate?
15. does scott have a solution?
16. who else doesn't know what to do?
17. what does he think steve did?
18. or?
19. are they investigators?


Numbered answers:
1. The pine-needles.
2. Thirlwell
3. His pipe
4. Black Steve.
5. Metis_ temper
6. Hardly
7. Indian blood
8. No.
9. A drop.
10. He feared that Driscoll may learn something new.
11. He would persuade him to join the gang.
12. The lode.
13. His Indian instincts,
14. Stormont
15. No.
16. Father Lucien,
17. Drowned his partner
18. Took advantage of an accident to let him drown
19. no..