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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PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER I Dramatic Dialogue “Of course, this is no surprise to us,” Thomas Lane said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on Peggy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have herself on? Which ones would she do best? And calling it a quick decision!” She turned to her mother, her hazel eyes flashing under a mass of dark chestnut of the roles which had once seemed perfectly suited to her talent and her appearance. But both had changed. She was certainly not a mature actress yet, from any point of view, but neither was she a schoolgirl. Her trim figure was well formed her face had lost the undefined, simple cuteness of the early teens, and had gained character. She didn’t think she should read a young romantic part like Juliet. Not curls. “Mother, you understand, don’t you?” that she couldn’t do it, but perhaps something ? Or perhaps not Shakespeare at all. Maybe the people at the Academy would think she was too arty or too pretentious? Maybe she should do something dramatic and full of stormy emotion, like Blanche in A Streetcar Named warm and slow. ? Or, better for her development and age, a light, brittle, comedy role...? 19 Nothing seemed quite right. Peggy’s thoughts “Peg, I don’t want to hold up your career. I don’t have any objections to your wanting to act. I think—judging Desire and all important.” “None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” just the same way when I was your age, except that for me it was singing instead of acting. But—” and here her pleasant face betrayed a trace of this and wanting it for years! You can’t follow that by “What you must realize, Margaret, is that you may not quite make the grade. We think you’re wonderful, except luck. You may be one of these girls, and if you are, we want you to be prepared for it. We want you to have something to fall back on, just in case which ones were most suited to her now? She recognized that she had grown and developed past some Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for Peggy said. “I’m not that conceited or that silly. All “It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed and expected to see her name in lights in a few evenly. “Peg, your mother and I are cautious only because we love you so much and want what’s going to make Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen As she stepped out into the soft summer dusk she turned to look back just in time to see her mother throw her a comically exaggerated wink of assurance. Feeling much better, Peggy shut the screen door behind been Peggy’s favorite place to go to be by herself and Peggy stopped first at the bag that hung on the wall Peggy’s hand in appreciation. Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going from office to office looking for a part in a play, Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself soft-eyed gaze of Socks. She threw her arm around the smooth bay neck and laid her face next to the see how they were coming along, Peggy continued Jean grinned, her eyes shut tight against the soapsuds. “Again, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Maybe it’s a nervous habit!” “Well, if I do go bald, at least it will be with a clean scalp!” Jean answered with a humorous crinkle hair was tightly plastered to the back of her head. “There!” she announced. “Don’t I look beautiful?” 10 After a brisk rubdown with one towel, Jean rolled another dry towel around her head like an Indian tattered, plaid bathrobe, she led Peggy out of the comfortable on the pillow-strewn daybeds, Jean came straight to the point. “So the grand debate is still going on, is it? When do you think they’ll make up their minds?” she asked. decided yet.” “You know, if I were as smart as you,” Peggy said thoughtfully, “I would have figured out a way to convince Mother and Dad by now.” “Oh, don’t feel bad about being dumb,” Jean said in mock tones of comfort. “If I were as pretty and talented as you are, I wouldn’t need brains, either!” With a hoot of laughter, she rolled quickly aside on the floor, Peggy looked up at her friend with a rueful “Nonsense!” Jean replied firmly. “Your parents know a lot better than to confuse being stuffy with being grown-up and responsible. And, besides, I doubt in the world about you. But they know how hard it can be to get a start as an actress, and they “I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk decision. You know,” she said suddenly, sitting up on the floor and crossing her legs under her, “I bet they wouldn’t hesitate a minute if you would only talent when I see it—and to recognize that it’s not there when it isn’t!” “But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle comedy and character lines as well as anyone I know!” Jean nodded, accepting the compliment and seeming at the same time to brush it off. “That doesn’t more to being an actress—a successful one—than reading lines well. There’s the ability to make the audience sit up and notice you the minute you walk make them look at you and respond to you and be with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s “No buts!” Jean cut in. “We’ve talked about this enough before, and I’m not going to change my mind. I’m as sure about what I want as you are about your mind as easily as all that?” Peggy asked. “That’s the dark and devious part of my plan,” Jean answered with a mysterious laugh that ended in a comic witch’s cackle and an unconvincing witch-look that was completely out of place on her round, I’ll be in a spot where I can use my special talent of recognizing talent. And that way,” she added, becoming Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental, or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about the importance of her work and her faith in Peggy’s talent had touched her more than she could say. The silence lasted what seemed a terribly long time, until Jean broke it by suddenly jumping up and that her parents had had enough time to talk things out. Leaving the Wilson house, she walked slowly despite her eagerness, trying in all fairness to give her As Peggy entered the room, her father put down “What’s all set, Dad?” Peggy said, breaking into a sure was to follow his announcement. But Peggy just stood, hardly moving a muscle. Then she walked Peggy swallowed hard before answering. When her voice came, it sounded strange, about two tones higher than usual. “I ... I’m trying to be sedate ... and poised ... and very grown-up,” she said. “But it’s not easy. All I want to do is to—” and she of oatmeal cookies, no longer “sedate” or “poised,” but her natural, bubbling self. “Who was that on the phone, and where are the three of us going, and what’s all set?” give us some help. Her name is May Berriman, and she’s spent all her life in the theater. In fact, she was “Oh, Mother! It sounds wonderful!” Peggy exulted. “Tomorrow?” Peggy repeated, almost unable to believe prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not now, young lady! We’ll pack in the morning, talk Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense

<question>:
Which of these sets of descriptions best describes Peggy?

<options>:
A She's dedicated, bold, and pretty
B She's talented, unwise, and creative
C She's reserved, strong, and caring
D She's reasonable, unobservant, and bold

<answer>:

A