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A phase of my life which has lost something through refinement is the game of croquet. We
used to have an old croquet set whose wooden balls, having been chewed by dogs, were no
rounder than eggs. Paint had faded; wickets were askew. The course had been laid out
haphazardly and eagerly by a child, and we all used to go out there on summer nights and play
good-naturedly, with the dogs romping on the lawn in the beautiful light, and the mosquitos
shots for the sheer love of battle. Last spring, we decided the croquet set was beyond use and
invested in a rather fancy new one with hoops set in small wooden sockets, and mallets with
rubber faces. The course is now exactly seventy-two feet long and we lined the wickets up with
a string, but the little boy is less fond of it now, for we make him keep still while we are
shooting. A dog isn’t even allowed to cast his shadow across the line of play. There are frequent
quarrels of a minor nature, and it seems to me we return from the field of honor tense and out
of sorts.
6. The author
A. is opposed to all progress
B. is very exact in everything he does
C. dislikes games
D. feels that undue attention to detail can lessen enjoyment
8. The title that best expresses the main idea of this selection is
A. “Crossing the Hudson River by boat”
B. “Transportation of Passengers”
C. “The Invention of Floating Docks”
D. The Beginning of Steam Ferryboat Service
The Rhodora
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, s
spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, to please the desert and the sluggish brook. the
purple petals, fallen in the pool, made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the
red-bird come his plumes to cool, Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why this charm is wasted on
the earth and sky, tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then Beauty is its own
excuse for being: why thou wert there, o rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew:
but, in my simple ignorance suppose the self-same Power that brought me there brought you