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

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? Are—are you daring to suggest that—that—" "Now, Miss Sparling, no hoopla. I'm saying let's get married, and you know it. You figured out from what the boy told you that I was chewing on you for a wife. You're healthy and strong, got good heredity, you I've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a girl besides—she don't always know what's best. Put me on a spaceship jam-packed with three hundred females just aching to get themselves Bad trouble. With the law, which is the worst a boy can get into. a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you." The Boy important things. As I trotted along the crossway, I sort of wished that Sis hadn't decided to go after a husband on a luxury liner. On a cargo ship, now, I'd be climbing from deck to deck on a ladder instead of having gravity underfoot all the time just like I was home on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. But women always know what's right, and a boy can only make clause—'Miss Evelyn Sparling and all dependent male members of family, this number not to exceed the registered quota of sub-regulations pertaining'—and so on. I want you to understand these matters, so that No matter what you hear, women really like and appreciate such men." Of course, I never pay much attention to Sis when she says such dumb things. I'm old enough, I guess, to know that it isn't what like and appreciate that counts when it comes to people getting married. If it were, Sis and three hundred other pretty girls like her wouldn't be on their way to Venus to hook husbands. Still, if I wasn't a passenger, the sign didn't have anything to do And his face was brown. Not just ordinary tan, you understand, but the deep, dark, burned-all-the-way-in brown I'd seen on the lifeguards that comes from day after broiling day under a really hot Sun. His Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—" "Hope for your sake," he said to me, "that you aren't what you seem—tadpole brother to one of them husbandless anura." " What? boss-minded sister." "I'm not a dryleg," I told him proudly. " We're about the same time settlements were springing up on the planets. He looked impressed when I told him about Mom and Pop being one of the first couples to get married in Undersea. He looked thoughtful when I told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World Council, had been one of the framers of the Male Desuffrage Act after the Third Atomic War had resulted in the Maternal Revolution. He almost squeezed my arm when I got to the time Mom and Pop were blown up in a surfacing boat. "Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth, she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four." "How's that?" "The three-out-of-four. No more than three women out of every four on Earth can expect to find husbands. Not enough men to go around. Way back in the Twentieth Century, it began to be felt, Sis says, what with able to find any who were willing to come out to his lonely little he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive planet, he didn't know "it's a woman's world," like the older boys in and imagine !—he not only my last munit for fines, then explained that she was remitting the rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated." His eyes grew dark for After a moment of sober reflection, I nodded. "You're right. I've also become a male outside the law. We're in this together." all us boys after Canadian provinces. I was the youngest, so I got the name they were saving for a girl." "You had a lot of brothers, Mr. Butt?" He grinned with a mighty set of teeth. "Oh, a nestful. Of course, they we didn't float Jock MacGregor's ugly face down now—" He had just begun to work into a wonderful anecdote about his brother when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a to handle the kelp and giant watercress Mr. Brown liked, but things between a lousy government paddlefoot from New Kalamazoo and the slaptoe slinker who is the planter's friend. After a lot of begging, "I don't have a father to give me one when I come of age. I don't even have an older brother as head of my family like your brother Labrador. All I have is Sis. And she —" "She'll marry some fancy dryhorn who's never been farther South than the Polar Coast. And she'll stay head of the family, if I know her breed of green shata. By the way, Fordie," he said, rising and stretching so the fish-leather bounced and rippled off his biceps, "that sister. She ever...." And he'd be off again, cross-examining me about Evelyn. I sat in the swivel chair he'd vacated and tried to answer his questions. But there tell him, my aunts on both sides of my family each had had more than the average number of children. No, we'd never done any farming to sister! She hung on every word, took notes even, and asked enough questions to make the perspiring purser really work in those orientation periods. the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes." young male minds like yours. She would not have allowed—this Terran Agent—" time and not being able to help it. I mustn't give Mr. Brown away! "They are remarkably well-organized for a young boy's ideas. A boy I have found a good, steady husband, of course—and I don't look forward to a masculinist radical in the family. Now, who has been filling your head with all this nonsense?" " "Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—" "I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me Ford." After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few moments. I couldn't fool Sis. She just knew me too well, I decided miserably. Besides, she was a girl. All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to him. And the quick, nodding way she said she would made me feel just a little better. with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures. He stepped to one side and, with the same sweeping gesture, holstered his blaster and pushed his green hood off. It was Sis's turn to jump when she saw the wild mass of hair rolling down his back. "An honor, Miss Sparling," he said in that rumbly voice. "Please come So Sis went in and I followed right after her. Mr. Brown closed the door. I tried to catch his eye so I could give him some kind of hint or "First, Mr. Brown," she began, like talking to a cluck of a kid in Brown." Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over I suppose you didn't know that under space regulations that makes him equally guilty?" "No, Sis, he didn't," I was beginning to argue. "All he wanted—" "Sure I knew. Also know that if I'm picked up as a stowaway, I'll be sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences."

<question>:
What was the result of Brown listening to the boy's story?

<options>:
A He decided he could control him
B He scolded the boy
C He pitied the boy
D He wanted to marry the sister

<answer>:

D