Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
we start?" Two families fought for the title to Eros, "Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here." and only one could win. One had to outsmart the other—and both had to win over the Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of straighter. Not that he was ashamed of Pop and firm. Standing beside him made Pop look sort of thin and puny vegetable life without insects. Plants need bees and crawling ants—or their equivalent—to carry the pollen from one flower to another." They chose a site on the riverside, a half mile or so from, above, and overlooking the sea. They selected it because a spring of pure, bubbling water was nearby, because the woodlands dwindled away into lush fields. And Pop said, "This is it. We'll build our home on yonder knoll. And who knows—" Again there grew that strange look in his eyes. "Who knows but that it may be the shoot from which, a time hence, there may spring many cabins, then finer homes, and buildings, and mansions, until at last there is a great, brave city here on this port by the delta—" "That's it, Pop!" said Dick suddenly. "There's the name for our obscure way, were to blame for his having been reprimanded right out here in the middle of Long Island Spaceport, where everybody could hear and laugh at him. But Moira, studying the handsome S.S.P. man settlement. Delta Port!" settler." "Age of self and party ... former residence...." another, a West Coast stratoliner surged upward to lose itself in thin, dim heights. Vast cradles by the Sound were the nests to which a flock of interplanetary craft made homeward flight. Luggers and barges and cruisers. Bobby saw, with sudden excitement, the sharp, starred prow of "Family crate, huh?" "That's right." word, kid." Of course, he got to sit in the pilot's bucket-chair, which was something. Moira and Eleanor and Mom to lie down in acceleration ears and nerves, as the slow seconds sloughed away. Pop set the hypos But Pop was standing by the observation pane, eyeing an Earth already "A galley, Mom. Below." panes at the flame-dotted pall of space—until Pop tried to turn his settling in a place where nobody could see them. And Mom bustled about in the galley, performing miracles with flour and stuff, and in the destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros. Pop said, "You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work in rehabilitating the son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near that's not the lucky part. You sure had to pull strings to get the government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ... vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter. Frankly, I don't get it! Eros must have terrific mass to have the attributes of a full-sized planet." Is that our new home?" Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the "Eros!" he said. giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and mountains cut long, jagged shadows into sheltered plains beneath them. It was, thought Bobby, not a bad looking little place. But not anything to get all dewy-eyed about, like Pop was. Eros was just a curved knife-edge of black slicing up over Eros' rim. For a long moment "Well, blast me for an Earth-lubbing idiot! Do you see that, Pop?" Pop looked like he had shared Dick's persimmon. Pop's frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship.... They had time—or took time—to gather together a few precious belongings. Eleanor packed a carrier with baby food for The Pooch, Pop gather there, count noses, and decide on our next move. Pop, you go here, Pop? Everybody all right? Swell! Let's strike out for the shore, there. Stick together, now. It isn't far." soon there was sand scraping his boots ... a long, smooth beach with rolling hills beyond. huddled together there on the beach, waiting, silent, wondering. But when the sun burst over the horizon like a clamoring, brazen gong, they looked upon this land which was their new home—and found it good. The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not. "Eros rotates on its axis," he explained, "in about ten hours, forty planet, I mean? After all, Eros is only one hundred and eighty odd "Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It "During its near approach in 1900-01, Eros was seen to vary in that all asteroids should be settled under land-grant law. "That is why," concluded Pop, "we are here now. As long as I can remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros is a wealthy little planet the man who earns it wins a rich prize. More than that, though—" Pop lifted his face to the skies, now blue with hazy morning. There was something terribly bright and proud in his eyes. "More than that, there is the desire to carve a home out of the wilderness. To be able to one day say, 'Here is my home that I have molded into beauty with my own hands.' Do you know what I mean, son? In this workaday world of ours there are no more Earthly frontiers for deep, instinctive longing to hew a new home from virgin land—" His words dwindled into silence, and, inexplicably, Bobby felt awed. blankets and spare clothing to dry? Grampaw, get a fire going. Pop and Bobby and I will get some wood." Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had Pop said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll have to eat them and like them for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're settled this wilderness." And he shook his head. "But we can't do it in a day or a week. It will take time." "Time," said Pop easily, "is the one commodity with which we are might as well move." "Move?" demanded Grampaw. "What's the matter with the place we're at?" "For one thing, it's too exposed. An open beach is no place for a permanent habitation. So far we've been very lucky. We've had no storms. But for a permanent camp-site, we must select a spot further inland. A fertile place, where we can start crops. A place with fresh, running water, natural shelter against cold and wind and rain—" "What'll we do?" grinned Dick. "Flip a coin?" "No. Happily, there is a spot like that within an easy walk of here. I discovered it yesterday while studying the terrain." Pop took a stick, scratched a rude drawing on the sand before him. "This is the across there, that low, flat land, I judge to be delta islands. Due south of us is a fine, fresh-water river, watering fertile valleys to either side. There, I think, we should build." Pop?" "That I don't know. We haven't seen any. Yet." "We'll find out. Will this place you speak of be close enough to let me continue working on the

<question>:
What is Pop's ultimate vision for Eros?

<options>:
A A big, growing city by the river.
B A land where everyone can become wealthy.
C A port by the delta where space travelers can come to harbor.
D A small settlement where his family can thrive.

<answer>:

A