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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And Hilary brought in a bottle of his new detergent. It was a syrupy She pondered it while she went to It was dried apricot pie, and very tasty, I might add. Hilary grinned. "Lauryl benzyl "Why, Donald," she said, "it could "What is it?" I asked. "You never What gave you the idea?" "It wasn't my idea, really," I admitted. "Mr. McCormack called me to the office today, and told me that told us." be quite interesting, if I understand one of the group suggested my name." I should explain, perhaps, that I now empty of its soda bottles, policeman asked. "I am indeed," I said, and a flash "Gracious, you wouldn't have to sell from door-to-door, would you?" "Of course not. I'd just tell the all about it." "Perhaps," I countered, "somebody kids how to do it." Marjorie put back her head and "Oh, all right," I said, "laugh at quiet. "You didn't know that one of your junior whatsisnames poured detergent in the Memorial Fountain basin worry about it, really. Mr. McCormack said we could get Mr. Wells from my commercial aspirations. But don't Commercial Department to help out us some marvelous pictures—men rolling up their trousers to wade across the street. And this morning," she chortled, "somebody phoned in an anonymous tip to the police—of course it was the same boy that did "Mice?" again. Thus it was that on a Wednesday morning about three weeks later, I "Yes, of course. Who would ever the group members, Tommy Miller. "O.K.," I said, "let's relax. You don't need to treat me as a teacher, I'd be dealing with. The three who were sitting to my left were the ones who had proposed the group in the first place. rather angular—all shoulders and elbows. Peter Cope, Jr. and Hilary Matlack were skinny kids, too. The three were of an age and were all tall for I had the impression during that first meeting that they looked rather them and they'll be down to nothing apiece." Doris was right, of course, in spite with a face full of freckles and an infectious laugh, and Tommy Miller, a few months younger, was just an average, extroverted, well adjusted youngster, noisy and restless, tee-shirted and butch-barbered. The group exchanged looks to see who would lead off, and Peter Cope seemed to be elected. "Well, Mr. Henderson, a junior "Why not?" Tommy asked. "There's something wrong with making said Hilary. "We'll need some money up in a hurry—not engraved, for a wonder. It was on Tuesday—following the Thursday—that a lanky young man disentangled himself from his car and strolled into the barn. I looked free up rusty bolts, cleaner to remove squares of screening onto wooden frames. "Hi," he said. "You're Donald Henderson, right? My name is McCord—Jeff McCord—and I work in me over here, but if he hadn't, I think I'd have come anyway. What are you doing to get patent protection I got my back unkinked and dusted off my knees. "Well, now," I said, "I've been wondering whether something shouldn't be done, but I know very little about such matters—." "Exactly," he broke in, "we guessed freckle remover? I'd be our first customer." Pete. He fixed me with a challenging eye. "You should be able to make "How about a new detergent?" Hilary "Like the liquid dishwashing detergents?" weeks later that I arrived at the barn. Jeff McCord was there, and the whole brand new synthetic detergent. I've team except Tommy. Jeff lowered his "Hi." "Hi yourself," I told him. "You feet from the picnic table and said, look pleased." "I am," he replied, "in a cautious legal sense, of course. Hilary and I his phosphonate detergent. I've spent Dr. Matlack's son, aren't you? Been dipping into your father's library?" detergents and a good round "That's fine, Mr. McCord," Hilary said, "but it's not very important." "No?" Jeff tilted an inquiring eyebrow "Before-shave lotion," Hilary told him. "You've shaved this morning, but try some anyway." handkerchief and wiped, looked at the cloth, wiped again, and stared. "What is it?" knew it." There was a pause, then Tommy didn't have to admit it, they might like the shave lotion." Hilary had been deep in thought. "Oh, he stopped at the bank to get "What on earth for? We have over six thousand in the account." "Well," Peter said, looking a little embarrassed, "we were planning to a loan." buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris Marge asked as she refilled my coffee barn and Betty Miller philosophically assumed the role of commissary officer. She paused only to say hello Fourth Street that we can rent for winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is starting action to get the company incorporated." young boy who doesn't know any better, may wind up a sales manager. Over the sandwiches, then, I suggested but they seemed not to be interested. Peter Cope waved it off by remarking that they'd each do what came naturally. On the other hand, they employers. Jeff McCord and I will be the only employees—just at first, anyway." Marge choked on something. "Did "Even so, it's child labor, isn't it?" "Child labor nothing. They're the the thought of kites. At first there was little enthusiasm, then Peter said, "You know, we could work up something new. Has anybody ever seen a It was Mary, finally, who advanced Nobody had. Pete drew figures in the air with his hands. "How about you say you'd be an employee?" "and think about the small end. It'll work out all right." I wished that the youngsters weren't said nothing, knowing that later I could help them redesign it along standard lines. them appeared quite attractive. Tommy, for example, wanted to put tooth powder into tablets that one would chew before brushing the Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his ideas on detergents, suggested we does sound like a born salesman. Somehow I don't think you're going to have to call in Mr. Wells." I do feel just a little embarrassed shapes while I was making it." "Naturally," I said, and let it go at that. "Where's Tommy?" "He stopped off at the bank," Pete Cope told me, "to borrow some money. We'll want to buy materials to "But I said yesterday that Mr. McCormack and I were going to advance some cash to get started." "Oh, sure, but don't you think it have gone on and explained matters further, except that Tommy walked in and handed me a pocket check book. "I got two hundred and fifty," he volunteered—not without a hint of complacency in his voice. "It didn't take long, but they sure made it out a big deal. Half the guys in the bank name, Mr. Henderson, and you'll have to make out the checks. And they want you to stop in at the bank and hadn't picked a name yesterday, but I figured what's to lose, and picked one. I got my voice back and said, "Engraved, I trust." "Well, sure," he replied. "You can't care if I never saw another. Tommy, who by mutual consent, was our authority on sales, didn't want to sell would sell them the next week and Mary McCready, with a fine burst of confidence, asked him in all seriousness to be sure to hold out a dozen.

<question>:
Why did Hilary pour detergent into the fountain?

<options>:
A He didn't, it was Mary.
B He didn't, it was Tommy.
C He didn't, it was Doris.
D He didn't, it was Peter.

<answer>:

B