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 cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress “Of course, this is no surprise to us,” Thomas Lane lamp outside as it shone through the leaves of the big Peggy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and the patterns of light and shade cast by the street time in a high-school play. Which should she refresh herself on? Which ones would she do best? And like this can’t be made quickly.” “But, Dad!” Peggy almost wailed. “You just finished which ones were most suited to her now? She recognized lots of acting credits already. Besides, what is there to wait for?” Peggy’s father put down his coffee cup and leaned back in the kitchen chair until it tilted on two legs light, brittle, comedy role...? 19 Nothing seemed quite right. Peggy’s thoughts shifted with the shadows overhead. All the plays she and enjoy for the rest of your life—” “But not acting knowledge!” Peggy cried. “There’s more to life than that,” her father put in. Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” thought they were the most talented things alive girls who won all kinds of applause in high-school and college plays girls who have everything to have something to fall back on, just in case you ever need it.” Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going teacher’s certificate so that you can always find useful work if you have to. Then you can try your luck in the theater. Doesn’t that make sense?” Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for a few moments before answering. Then, looking first at her mother and then at her father, she replied “I don’t expect recognition in one year, Dad,” Peggy said. “I’m not that conceited or that silly. All I hope is that I’ll be able to get a part in that time, and maybe be able to make a living out of acting. best time.” “Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s 6 Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go out for a walk for a while and let us go over the situation 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 her and started for the barn. Ever since she had been a little girl, the barn had been Peggy’s favorite place to go to be by herself and think. Its musty but clean scent of straw and horses and leather made her feel calm and alive. Breathing she stamped one foot and softly whinnied a greeting. Peggy stopped first at the bag that hung on the wall among the bridles and halters and took out a lump of Peggy’s hand in appreciation. As Peggy mixed some oats and barley for her pet and checked to see that there was enough straw in the stall, she thought about her life in Rockport and Rockport, Wisconsin, was a fine place, as pretty a small town as any girl could ask to grow up in. And not too small, either, Peggy thought. Its 16,500 people supported good schools, an excellent library, and two movie dates, and formal dances—everything that a girl could want. Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded street, every country road, field, lake, and stream. All of her friends were here, friends she had 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 from office to office looking for a part in a play, Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself 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 II Dramatic Decision Upstairs at the Wilsons’, Peggy found Jean swathed in bath towels, washing her long, straight red hair, which was now white with lather and piled up in a another dry towel around her head like an Indian turban. Then, having wrapped herself in an ancient, tattered, plaid bathrobe, she led Peggy out of the steamy room and into her cozy, if somewhat cluttered, bedroom. When they had made themselves “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.” the couch to avoid the pillow that Peggy threw at her. retie her towel turban. From her new position, flat on the floor, Peggy looked up at her friend with a rueful smile. not there when it isn’t!” “But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle comedy and character lines as well as anyone I know!” why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress. And that’s why I’m not.” “But, Jean—” Peggy began. certificate as an English teacher.” “And what about acting? Can you get it out of your mind as easily as all that?” Peggy asked. that was completely out of place on her round, freckled face. “Once I get into a high school as an English teacher, I’m going to try to teach a special high-school drama group and put on plays. That way, 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 It was nearly ten o’clock when Peggy finally felt that her parents had had enough time to talk things out. Leaving the Wilson house, she walked slowly three of us. And, May—it’ll be good to see you again, after all these years! Good-by.” As Peggy entered the room, her father put down “What’s all set, Dad?” Peggy said, breaking into a run to her father’s side. 15 “Well, for goodness’ sake!” her mother cried. “Where’s the enthusiasm?” Peggy swallowed hard before answering. When yelled at the top of her lungs. After the kisses, the hugs, and the first excitement, Peggy and her parents adjourned to the kitchen, the favorite household conference room, for cookies and milk and more talk. “Now, tell me, Dad,” Peggy asked, her mouth full of oatmeal cookies, no longer “sedate” or “poised,” but her natural, bubbling self. “Who was that on the Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a big, old-fashioned town house and converted it into she has a room that you can have!” “Oh, Mother! It sounds wonderful!” Peggy exulted. “I’ll be with other girls my own age who are actresses, and living with an experienced actress! I’ll bet she can teach me loads!” “I’m sure she can,” her father said. “And so can the New York Dramatic Academy.” “Dad!” Peggy shouted, almost choking on a cooky. “Don’t tell me you’ve managed to get me accepted there! That’s the best dramatic school in the country! How—?” 17 Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place to study acting, and she said she would set up an I can have more time! Oh, Mother, what parts will I do? Where’s the Shakespeare? Where’s—” “Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not now, young lady! We’ll pack in the morning, talk be a busy time for all of us.” Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense of what her father said. She finished her milk and

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Why did the Lane family move to Wisconsin?

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A For Mr. Lane’s work
B To be near family and friends
C For Mrs. Lane’s singing career
D For Peggy’s school

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A