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 But it was one thing to go to bed and another to go to sleep. cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs to bed. since you were out of your cradle. It’s just that decisions like this can’t be made quickly.” “But, Dad!” Peggy almost wailed. “You just finished saying yourself that I’ve been thinking about this and wanting it for years! You can’t follow that by calling it a quick decision!” She turned to her mother, her hazel eyes flashing under a mass of dark chestnut curls. “Mother, you understand, don’t you?” helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We both want to do what’s best for you, not to stand in had lost the undefined, simple cuteness of the early teens, and had gained character. She didn’t think she 2 “Wait! Mother—Dad—I’m years behind already! right, or if you should wait longer.” that she couldn’t do it, but perhaps something sharper was called for. Desire ? Or, better for her development and age, a light, brittle, comedy role...? Nothing seemed quite right. Peggy’s thoughts “None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” 3 want it hard enough—to go on with all the study and practice it needed.” She paused and looked thoughtfully at her daughter’s a few moments before answering. Then, looking first at her mother and then at her father, she replied firmly, “No, it doesn’t! It might make sense if we were talking about anything else but acting, but “I don’t expect recognition in one year, Dad,” Peggy said. “I’m not that conceited or that silly. All I want to prove in this year is that I can act. If I can’t, I’ll come home.” sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed and expected to see her name in lights in a few weeks, I’d vote against her going, but I’m beginning to think that maybe she’s right about this being the best time.” “Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s neck. “I knew you’d understand! And you understand “Peg, your mother and I are cautious only because we love you so much and want what’s going to make you happy. At the same time, we want to spare you 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 the new life that she might soon be going to. 7 usual growing-up pleasures of swimming and sailing, movie dates, and formal dances—everything that a girl could want. street, every country road, field, lake, and stream. All of her friends were here, friends she had known since her earliest baby days. It would be hard to leave them, she knew, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to do so. If not now, then as soon as she possibly could. It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave Rockport. She was not running away from anything, she reminded herself she was running to 8 Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going from office to office looking for a part in a play, With a final pat, she left the stall and the barn behind, stepping out into the deepening dusk. It was still too early to go back to the house to see if her parents had reached a decision about her future. Fighting down an impulse to rush right into the kitchen to see how they were coming along, Peggy continued behind them into a pattern of leafy lace. For a moment, or maybe a little more, she wondered why she wanted to leave this. What for? What could ever be better? Upstairs at the Wilsons’, Peggy found Jean swathed tattered, plaid bathrobe, she led Peggy out of the 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. “How do you know they haven’t decided anything yet?” Peggy said, in a puzzled tone. her. A short, breathless pillow fight followed, leaving 11 “You know, I sometimes think that we haven’t grown up at all!” she said. “I can hardly blame my parents for thinking twice—and a lot more—before “Nonsense!” Jean replied firmly. “Your parents know a lot better than to confuse being stuffy with being grown-up and responsible. And, besides, I with her parents. “They both seemed to think it was fair,” she concluded, “and when I went out, they were talking it 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 After a moment’s thoughtful silence, Jean answered slowly, “No, Peg. I’ve thought this all out before, and I know it would be as wrong for me as it is not there when it isn’t!” “But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress. And that’s why I’m not.” “But, Jean—” Peggy began. 13 “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 speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental, or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about time, until Jean broke it by suddenly jumping up and flinging a last pillow which she had been hiding behind her back. Running out of the bedroom, she 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 mother and father every minute she could. Reaching run to her father’s side. 15 sure was to follow his announcement. But Peggy just to the big easy chair and slowly sat down. “Well, for goodness’ sake!” her mother cried. “Where’s the enthusiasm?” “But it’s not easy. All I want to do is to—” and she jumped out of the chair—“to yell whoopee !” She but her natural, bubbling self. “Who was that on the phone, and where are the three of us going, and what’s all set?” 16 “One thing at a time,” her father said. “To begin with, we decided almost as soon as you left that we were going to let you go to New York to try a year’s she’s spent all her life in the theater. In fact, she was a very successful actress. Now she’s been retired for always wanted a house of her own with a garden in back, but felt it was foolish for a woman living alone. This way, she can afford to run a big place and at the same time not be alone. And best of all, she says “Oh, Mother! It sounds wonderful!” Peggy exulted. “I’ll be with other girls my own age who are actresses, “Two days! Do you mean we’ll be going to New York day after tomorrow, just like that?” “Oh, no,” her mother answered calmly. “We’re going to New York tomorrow on the first plane that we can get seats on. Your father doesn’t believe in wasting what she had heard. “What are we sitting here talking for, then? I’ve got a million things to do! I’ve got to get packed ... I’ve got to think of what to prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not now, young lady! We’ll pack in the morning, talk of nothing more than getting to bed. This is going to be a busy time for all of us.” Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense of what her father said. She finished her milk and

<question>:
Why doesn’t Jean want to join Peggy in New York?

<options>:
A She’s not interested in acting as a career.
B She wants to be a singer.
C She will take care of Socks.
D She doesn’t want to leave her family.

<answer>:

A