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

<passage>:
threatening to become more legendary than usual this Christmas. The farm machinery manager had already collapsed. When he slid under the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had screamed: "He'll drown!" story. The recently developed liquors which affected the bloodstream three times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed trees and midnight church services. the frame at one corner and it wouldn't hang straight. "We'd better put old H. H. away for safekeeping until after the holiday," he told a small, blonde salesclerk who was beneath his attention on any working day. With the proper mixture of respect and bonhommie, he lifted the heavy A sorting clerk in the mail order department wasn't used to liquor. She machine. "Hell, Milly, you aren't working!" someone shouted at her. "Have another!" returned to reality. Looking at the envelope, she said: "Oh, I see. They must have stuck it in to tighten the frame. Gee, it's old." Mr. Hawkins had refreshed himself. He decided that he liked Milly's voice. To hear more of it, he said to her: "I'll bet that's been in there ever since the picture was framed. There's a company legend that that picture was put up the day this branch opened, eighty years ago." "I didn't know the company ever used buff envelopes like this." Milly "This thing has never been processed!" Raising his voice, he shouted jovially, "Hey, people! You're all fired! Here's an order that Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!" Milly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form: vacuum cleaner. Dress for three-year-old girl." She turned to the assistant general manager, struck with an idea for the first time in her young life. "Let's fill this order right now!" "The poor woman must be dead by now," he objected, secretly angry that he hadn't thought of such a fine party stunt himself. Then he brightened. "Unless—" he said it loud enough for the employes to scent There was a silence. Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner: "Would the warp work over eighty years? We were always told that it must be used only for complaints within three days." stuff that's on the order. Get the best of everything. Ignore the catalogue numbers—they've changed a hundred times in all these years." of excitement. "Look, Mr. Hawkins! The name on this order—it's my great-grandmother! Isn't that wonderful? I was just a little girl when she died. I can barely remember her as a real old woman. But I remember that my grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some look fatherly. It didn't. "Well, now. Since it's your relative, let's thrill the old girl. We wouldn't have vacuum sacks any more. So we'll The label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to time they get my second letter, they'll have answered my first letter. Then they'll write again." Out of consideration for Sally, she omitted the expletives that she wanted to add. dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. Then she groaned. the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue Ann's legs were rubber. She was shaking her head and wobbling "It's me," her husband said. "Slow day at the office, so I came home early." "Les! I'm going crazy or something. Sally just—" "It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of the doorbell." when she—" Ann's frazzled nerves carried a frantic order to her muscles. She hips, looking at the front door, chuckling. "Neatest trick I've seen in a long time. That voice you heard was the new doorbell. I put it up while you were in the kitchen. Did you hear what happened when old lady Burnett out there pushed the button?" them, like 'Another hour shot.' Well, if there's a little tape in there repeating that message, you'd better shut that part off. It might get boring after a while. And it might insult someone." figure of Mrs. Burnett, half-visible through the heavy curtain, shifted back door, Mrs. Burnett? This one is stuck." "I just wanted to borrow some sugar," the woman cried from the porch. "If this is ventriloquism—" she began icily. office," Les said. "But you'd better let the old girl in. No use letting her get peeved." when Mrs. Burnett waddled up the three back steps, and smiled at her neighbor. "I'm so sorry you had to walk around the house. It's been a rather hectic day in an awful lot of ways." Something seemed to impede Mrs. Burnett as she came to the threshold. "Excitement isn't good for me," Mrs. Burnett said testily. "I've had a lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet." "Your husband is better?" "Worse. I'm sure I don't know why everything happens to me." Mrs. Defeated, Mrs. Burnett left. A muffled volley of handclapping, mixed "Les, I think we've made poor Mrs. Burnett angry," Ann said. "She's so upset over her poor husband's health and she thinks we're insulting her." you've got to be very careful with it, because its effects last for a long time." The only good thing about the morning for Ann was the fact that the today. " claims it was just accident that he tried it out when he was walking by the gym during calisthenics. We've had to call upon every family involving his name, if you'll—" "I'll be right down," Ann said. "I mean I won't be right down. I've got a sick baby here. Don't do anything till I telephone my husband. And I'm sorry for Bob. I mean I'm sorry for the girls, and for the boys, too. I'm sorry for—for everything. Good-by." of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The death if I yanked it off. But it's such an extreme allergy that it may kill her, if we leave it in contact with the skin." rapidly, suddenly going silent at the peak of its crescendo. Dr. Schwartz glanced outside the window. "An ambulance. Looks as if they're stopping here." her own troubles. She saw two attendants carry Mr. Burnett, motionless and white, on a stretcher from the house next door into the ambulance. A third member of the crew was struggling with a disheveled Mrs. awful sick. I think his wife is nuts." Mrs. Burnett had broken free. She dashed halfway down the sidewalk, going to die! It means the electric chair!" The orderly grabbed her again. This time he stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth to quiet her. "Come back to this house as soon as you deliver him," Dr. Schwartz shouted to the men. "We've got a very sick child up here." "I was afraid this would happen," Les said. "The poor woman already has lost three husbands. If this one is sick, it's no wonder she thinks that somebody is poisoning him." Bob stuck his head around the bedroom door. His mother stared weary sadness. "People will suspect you of being a sex maniac for the rest of your life. You can't possibly explain—" "Don't bother about the girls' clothing," Bob said, "because it was on the threshold of the front door. "I heard that! The woman next door claims that her husband is poisoned. Young man, I'm going to put you under arrest." "Close the door, close the door," the doorbell was chanting urgently. "Where's that ambulance?" Dr. Schwartz yelled from the top of the steps. "The child's getting worse."

<question>:
Which word least describes Mrs. Burnett?

<options>:
A neighborly
B serious
C irritable
D elderly

<answer>:

A