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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one way or another JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT BY WILLIAM LEE ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR what seemed to me, since I use two And Hilary brought in a bottle of his new detergent. It was a syrupy yellow liquid with a nice collar of suds. He'd been busy in his home "What is it?" I asked. "You never told us." Hilary grinned. "Lauryl benzyl phosphonic acid, dipotassium salt, in 20% solution." "Goodness." I protested, "it's been twenty-five years since my last course in chemistry. Perhaps if I saw the formula—." He gave me a singularly adult tasty, I might add. "Why, Donald," she said, "it could be quite interesting, if I understand Senior High School. It's a privilege which I'm sure many educators must new school is a fine one, and our academic standards are high. On the other hand, the fathers of most of brand of science to these children of a new age. "That's very nice," said Marjorie. "What does a junior achievement themselves. "Well, now," I demanded, in my best classroom voice. "What is all this?" which are available for later educational expenses." Mr. McCormack had told me, and in some detail, about the youngsters quiet. "You didn't know that one of your junior whatsisnames poured detergent fifty. The question is, could we do it?" Marjorie did mental arithmetic. rather closely for the last ten—no, Doris Enright was a grave young all those simply captivating mice." "Mice?" "Yes, of course. Who would ever have thought you could breed mice with those cute furry tails?" "How many generations?" I asked so, of course, did we, which meant thought, be quite a beauty in a few more years, but was at the moment belonging to the parents of one of Dr. Matlack's son, aren't you? Been dipping into your father's library?" And Doris, how many mice do you have?" Those mice! I have always kept my enthusiasm for rodents within I'd be dealing with. The three who charming little beasts, with tails as bushy as miniature squirrels. bounds, but I must admit they were Doris. "Seventeen. No, eighteen, now. Want to see the genetic charts?" I won't try to explain it as she did 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 get out of their cages. But heaven knows what you'll do when fall a certain similarity of restrained gesture and of modulated voice. And by then," Doris predicted. "Every pet they were all tanned by sun and wind them and they'll be down to nothing apiece." Doris was right, of course, in spite comes. They won't live in an unheated The two on my right were cast in was a big husky redhead of twelve, a few months younger, was just an average, extroverted, well adjusted youngster, noisy and restless, tee-shirted and butch-barbered. the Many of them wanted to buy mice or friends, they had just come to have 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. Our beautiful stationery arrived, The usual products, of course, with these junior achievement efforts, are chemical specialties that can be made safely and that people will buy and use without misgivings—solvent to free up rusty bolts, cleaner to remove "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 junior achievement idea has sparked their imaginations. Maybe it'll be just what they need." "Exactly," he broke in, "we guessed that might be the case, and there are brainstorm. We'll worry about everything else." "What's to lose," Tommy interjected. in the electronics field. A hi-fi sub-assembly of some kind." "How about a new detergent?" Hilary put in. "Like the liquid dishwashing detergents?" scattered from New York to Los know, mixtures. That's cookbook chemistry. I mean a brand new synthetic detergent. I've got an idea for one that ought to be good even in the hard water we've legal sense, of course. Hilary and I were just going over the situation on his phosphonate detergent. I've spent the last three nights studying the patent literature and a few standard texts touching on phosphonates. There are a zillion patents on synthetic "Some," said Hilary, "and I've got detergents and a good round fifty on phosphonates, but it looks"—he held up a long admonitory hand—"it just looks as though we had a clear "No." She shook her head in mock despondency. "I'm not very technical. Just sort of miscellaneous. But if the "That's fine, Mr. McCord," Hilary a home laboratory." incredulously. "Mice," I echoed, then sat back and thought about it. "Are they a pure strain? One of the recognized laboratory strains? Healthy mice of the "No," said Doris, "these aren't laboratory mice. They're fancy ones. I got the first four pairs from a pet "What is it?" "A whisker stiffener. It makes each carried them through seventeen generations of careful selection." "So I perceive. What is it?" "Oh, just a mixture of stuff. Cookbook chemistry. Cysteine thiolactone of chipmunk color, you know. I've he said, "Henderson, Hilary "Oh, he stopped at the bank to get a loan." "What on earth for? We have over six thousand in the account." agreed to underwrite lunches at the barn and Betty Miller philosophically I'd forgotten all about organization, and that, according to all the articles I had perused, is most important for every member of the group keep the group going after school starts?" through their courses without thinking about them, and actually they won't put in more than a few hours that they'd each do what came naturally. On the other hand, they and I'd be crazy to turn it down. After all, what's to lose?" Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact &amp Fiction I wished that the youngsters weren't starting out by inventing a new impractical, of course, for a group of children to attempt, but several of them appeared quite attractive. two colors in the same bottle—orange the blue ones designed to leave the mouth alkaline at bed time. Pete wanted to make a combination a few turns of a screwdriver. Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his ideas on detergents, suggested we chips but thinner and as cheap as possible, to scatter on a snowy sidewalk where they would pick up extra "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 the general form of a kidney bean. "You're right," Doris agreed. "Let's end the slightest of twists. "There, it ought to swoop." Sure enough, in the moderate "Why it would have to, wouldn't it? It changed the pattern of air pressures." "Oh, sure, but don't you think it would be better to borrow from a book. "I got two hundred and fifty," he volunteered—not without a hint of figured what's to lose, and picked one. who by mutual consent, was our

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Doris, Peter, and Hilary have all of the following characteristics in common EXCEPT for their:

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A Controlled movements
B Skin complexions
C Regulated voices
D Intelligence quotients

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D