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

<passage>:
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] But a few revisions could change all that—" He rubbed his hands He jumped into another bush and scratched them in again. MOTHER GOOSE together thoughtfully. "How about it, Jack? Do we have nerve enough to And when he saw what he had done, with all his might and main be laughed at? Do you think we could stand a little discredit, making really sniffing out silly asses of ourselves? Because when I finish this book, we'll be "This kid is driving me nuts," said Dorffman through clenched teeth. "He's gone completely hay-wire. Nobody's been able to get near him that puppy out there to come here and work for me—" leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period." "So you bring him down here," said Lessing sourly. "The worst place he for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's "I don't want to go back to the Farm," said the boy. "No. Oh, no!" "Then what?" monitor is for, don't you?" away from the Farm." been going on for ?" "I know, I know." Lessing chewed his lip. "I don't like it. We'd better set up a battery on him and try to spot the trouble. And I'm afraid you'll have to set it up. I've got that young Melrose from Chicago to deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with. I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up." Lessing downstairs." "Full psi precautions?" asked Dorffman. "Certainly! And Jack—in this case, be sure of it. If Tommy's in the up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book stronghold of psionic research at last. And face to face with the Master in the trembling flesh!" a brand spanking new one, just fresh out of the pupa, so to speak!" He touched his forehead in a gesture of reverence. "I bow before the 'Theory'," Melrose said. "I want to see this famous Farm of yours up in Connecticut and see for myself how much pressure these experimental controls you keep talking about will actually bear. But mostly, I want to see just what in psionic hell you're so busy making yourself an true." Melrose. "We've done a lot of work on it, too." "Oh, yes—I've heard about your work. Not bad, really. A little misdirected, is all." us anywhere. We doubt if you have, either. But maybe we're all wrong." Melrose grinned unpleasantly. "We're not unreasonable, your Majesty. We "I've got 'til New Year." Lessing shouted for his girl. "Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the Farm this afternoon." and boarded the little shuttle car in the terminal below the the express circuit through Philadelphia and Camden sectors, surfacing briefly in Trenton sector, then dropping underground once again for the long pull beneath Newark, Manhattan and Westchester sectors. In less than twenty minutes the car surfaced on a Parkway channel and buzzed north and east through the verdant Connecticut countryside. "What about Tommy?" Lessing asked Dorffman as the car sped along through the afternoon sun. "I just finished the prelims. He's not cooperating." "Well, that depends on your standards. Sounds like a country day something ." "Oh, yes. We certainly were." really be certain that your instruments are measuring the children at all. It's not inconceivable that the children might be measuring the , eh?" Lessing blinked. "It's conceivable." "Mmmm," said Melrose. "Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a rut if somebody hadn't gotten smart and realized that one of their new drugs worked better in combatting schizophrenia when the doctor took or another, for centuries. The fact that it doesn't seem to be bound by the same sort of natural law we've observed elsewhere doesn't mean that work in the dark forever—we've got to have a working hypothesis to crisis instead of giving way to panic is a differentiating quality." "Fine," said Melrose. "Great. We can't prove that, of course, but I'll play along." have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential underground? What buries it so deeply that adult human beings can't get at it any more?" "And you think you have an answer," said Melrose. the high white gates of the Farm, slowing down at the entrance to a monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the "As far as we can measure, yes." "Which may not be very far." effective for our purposes." "But you don't know why," added Melrose. through an open areaway. Behind the buildings was a broad playground. A one waved to them as she rescued a four-year-old from the parallel bars. they walked along, "and some have been here for years. We maintain a funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from where they can develope what potential they have— the in a large room. "They're perfectly insulated from us," said Lessing. "A variety of "What are they doing?" Melrose asked after watching the children a few "Those three seem to work as a team, somehow. Each one, individually, had a fairly constant recordable psi potential of about seventeen on the arbitrary scale we find useful here. Any two of them scale in at thirty-four to thirty-six. Put the three together and they operate somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred on the same scale." Lessing smiled. "This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to of place.... to see what I'm driving at," he said slowly. "Yes," said Melrose. "I think I'm beginning to see." He scratched his jaw. "You think that it's adult psi-contact that drives the child's potential underground—that somehow adult contact acts like a damper, a sort of colossal candle-snuffer." "That's what I think," said Lessing. "How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?" suddenly, his voice earnest. "You have fine facilities here, good "I would." "And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns," said Melrose cut it off under him. Well, that's his worry, not yours." Dorffman's face was intense. "Scientifically, you're on unshakeable ground. Every "He seems them for all he's worth ." "But why shouldn't he?" wrong gets lost in the shuffle. It's what he says that counts." "But we know you're right," Dorffman protested. "Do we?" "Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the Farm." you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—" She broke off "What happened?" children's playroom. "See what you think." the hand. "I hurt. My head hurts. I hurt all over. Go away." The monitor mind. He had seen it a hundred times at the Farm. But even more—he repressed in the adult mind, crushing suddenly into the raw receptors an animal instinctively seeks its own protection . With care, filing them through the machines for the basic processing and before. There must be an error." "Of course," said Lessing. "According to the theory. The theory says that adult psi-contact is deadly to the growing child. It smothers their potential through repeated contact until it dries up completely. We've proved that, haven't we? Time after time. Everything goes drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the for."

<question>:
Where is the Farm?

<options>:
A New Jersey
B Illinois
C Pennsylvania
D Connecticut

<answer>:

D