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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JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT BY WILLIAM LEE ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR "What would you think," I asked "Why, Donald," she said, "it could be quite interesting, if I understand what a junior achievement group is. 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 some of the children in the lower grades wanted to start one. They need adult guidance of course, and one of the group suggested my name." "Is it good?" I should explain, perhaps, that I new school is a fine one, and our academic standards are high. On the other hand, the fathers of most of my students work for the Commission and a constant awareness of the Commission and its work pervades the town. It is an uneasy privilege then, at least sometimes, to teach my old-fashioned brand of science to these children of a new age. "That's very nice," said Marjorie. "What does a junior achievement police are quite young men, but in uniform they still look ominous and I was relieved to see that they themselves. best classroom voice. "What is all this?" "Are you Henderson?" the larger policeman asked. "Well, now," I demanded, in my bulb went off. A young lady grasped my arm. "Oh, please, Mr. Henderson, come outside where it's quieter and tell me all about it." kids how to do it." Marjorie put back her head and laughed, and I was forced to join her, "Of course not. I'd just tell the expenses." "Gracious, you wouldn't have to "Perhaps," I countered, "somebody should tell me." she chortled, "somebody phoned in an anonymous tip to the police—of course it was the same boy that did it—Tommy—Miller?—and so here we are. And we just saw a demonstration all those simply captivating mice." "Mice?" "Yes, of course. Who would ever have thought you could breed mice with those cute furry tails?" Mr. Miller, who had come home to the group members, Tommy Miller. "O.K.," I said, "let's relax. You don't need to treat me as a teacher, teacher when the final grades went in Tommy was jubilant. in any way I can. This is your meeting." Mr. McCormack had told me, and in some detail, about the youngsters I'd be dealing with. The three who charming little beasts, with tails as bushy as miniature squirrels. "How many generations?" I asked were sitting to my left were the ones bounds, but I must admit they were Doris. my enthusiasm for rodents within 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 ten-year-olds. I had the impression during that first meeting that they looked rather alike, but this wasn't so. Their features were quite different. Perhaps from association, for they were close by then," Doris predicted. "Every pet shop in the country will have them and they'll be down to nothing apiece." Doris was right, of course, in spite was a big husky redhead of twelve, 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 achievement group is a bunch of kids who get together to manufacture and a dozen—and at a dollar fifty each. Tommy's ideas of pricing rather frightened me, but he set the value of the mice at ten dollars a pair and got it without any arguments. The usual products, of course, with these junior achievement efforts, are sort of thing. Mr. McCormack had told me, though, that I might find these youngsters a bit more ambitious. "The Miller boy and Mary McCready," he had said, "have exceptionally high IQ's—around one forty or one fifty. The other three are hard to classify. They have some of the attributes of exceptional pupils, but much of the time they seem to have little interest in their studies. The Henderson, right? My name is McCord—Jeff McCord—and I work in the Patent Section at the Commission's junior achievement idea has sparked their imaginations. Maybe it'll be just what they need." shouldn't be done, but I know very little about such matters—." "Exactly," he broke in, "we guessed a different mold. Mary McCready He was scornful. "No, they're formulations—you know, mixtures. That's cookbook chemistry. I mean a look pleased." "I am," he replied, "in a cautious legal sense, of course. Hilary and I be possible later on to carry out a safe synthesis of some sort. You're Dr. Matlack's son, aren't you? Been dipping into your father's library?" "Some," said Hilary, "and I've got "It has the purpose," I told her, "of teaching the members something "No," said Doris, "these aren't laboratory mice. They're fancy ones. I got the first four pairs from a pet "What is it?" which are available for later educational he said, "Henderson, Hilary and I are heading for my office. We can work there better than here, and "I am indeed," I said, and a flash "Well," Peter said, looking a little "What did they do today, dear?" of bread and ingredients for a variety of sandwiches. The parents had agreed to underwrite lunches at the for every member of the group to be a company officer. Of course a young boy who doesn't know any better, "Why not? The kids can sail through their courses without thinking about them, and actually they may wind up a sales manager. won't put in more than a few hours a week during the school year." "Even so, it's child labor, isn't it?" Over the sandwiches, then, I suggested "Child labor nothing. They're the employers. Jeff McCord and I will that they'd each do what came naturally. On the other hand, they be the only employees—just at first, "and think about the small end. It'll work out all right." I wished that the youngsters weren't starting out by inventing a new article to manufacture, and risking an to recall all of the ideas which had been propounded. Most of them were impractical, of course, for a group of children to attempt, but several of them appeared quite attractive. Tommy, for example, wanted to and I'm afraid I relapsed for a few minutes into the role of teacher and told them a little bit about the laws of radiation and absorption of heat. "My," said Marjorie, "they're really smart boys and girls. Tommy Miller 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 then they saw me. "Hello, Mr. Henderson," Mary said, and proffered the cord which was wound on a fishing reel. I played the know that flattening the lower edge of the hole would create instability?" complacency in his voice. "It didn't take long, but they sure made it out had to be called in to listen to the proposition. The account's in your name, Mr. Henderson, and you'll have to make out the checks. And they want you to stop in at the bank and the kite, and the youngsters embarking on a shopping trip for paper, glue and wood splints. There was no use would sell them the next week and Mary McCready, with a fine burst of confidence, asked him in all seriousness

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How do the children feel about Mr. Henderson?

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A The children do not like Mr. Henderson.
B The children feel Mr. Henderson is a bit chintzy.
C The children feel Mr. Henderson is holding them back from their true potential.
D The children like Mr. Henderson, but they know they are smarter than he is.

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D