Read the passage from Part 2 of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.That was clever, for really I wasn’t alone a bit! As soon as it was moonlight, and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help her.I pulled and she shook, I shook and she pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper.A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.And then when the sun came and that awful pattern began to laugh at me I declared I would finish it today!Which best describes the narrator’s point of view in this passage?Group of answer choicesShe feels trapped by a society and a marriage that have worsened her mental illness.She is excited to free both herself and the woman from the terrible wallpaper.She thinks her terror is taking over, because she cannot escape the yellow wallpapered room.She believes she is going completely insane, so she begins to obey her delusions.

The following text is adapted from Charlotte Perkin Gilman’s short story, “The Yellow Wallpaper.” This [wall]paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had! There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside-down. … I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store. According to the text, what is true about the speaker?The speaker is being mocked by the wallpaper.eliminateThe speaker perceives the wallpaper as animated.eliminateThe speaker was entertained by the wallpaper as a child.eliminateThe speaker is afraid of the wallpaper.

It was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning; there was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing, and a little bell was tinkling; now and then a farm wagon tilted by, and the dust flew; some blue-shirted laborers with shovels over their shoulders plodded past. There seemed to be a gentle stir arising over everything for the mere sake of subsidence—a premonition of rest and hush and night.     This soft commotion was over Louisa Ellis also. She had been peacefully sewing all the afternoon; now she quilted her needle carefully into her work, which she folded precisely and laid in a basket. Louisa could not remember that ever in her life she had mislaid one of these little feminine appurtenances, which had become, from use and constant association, a part of her personality.     Louisa tied a green apron around her waist, got out a flat straw hat with a green ribbon, and then she went into the garden with a little blue crockery bowl, to pick some currants for her tea. After the currants were picked, she sat on the back doorstep and stemmed them, collecting the stems carefully in her apron, and afterwards throwing them into the chicken coop; she looked sharply at the grass beside the step to see if any had fallen there.     Louisa was slow and still in her movements; it took her a long time to prepare her tea, but when ready it was set forth with as much grace as if she had been a veritable guest to her own self. The little square table stood exactly in the center of the kitchen and was covered with a starched linen cloth whose border pattern of flowers glistened. Louisa used china every day—something which none of her neighbors did. They whispered about it among themselves because their daily tables were laid with common crockery, their sets of best china stayed in the parlor closet, and Louisa Ellis was no richer nor better bred than they, but still she would use the china.5Which detail from the passage best supports the idea that Louisa is industrious? A. She had been peacefully sewing all the afternoon B. Louisa was slow and still in her movements C. it took her a long time to prepare her tea D. she sat on the back doorstep and stemmed them

It was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning; there was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing, and a little bell was tinkling; now and then a farm wagon tilted by, and the dust flew; some blue-shirted laborers with shovels over their shoulders plodded past. There seemed to be a gentle stir arising over everything for the mere sake of subsidence—a premonition of rest and hush and night.     This soft commotion was over Louisa Ellis also. She had been peacefully sewing all the afternoon; now she quilted her needle carefully into her work, which she folded precisely and laid in a basket. Louisa could not remember that ever in her life she had mislaid one of these little feminine appurtenances, which had become, from use and constant association, a part of her personality.     Louisa tied a green apron around her waist, got out a flat straw hat with a green ribbon, and then she went into the garden with a little blue crockery bowl, to pick some currants for her tea. After the currants were picked, she sat on the back doorstep and stemmed them, collecting the stems carefully in her apron, and afterwards throwing them into the chicken coop; she looked sharply at the grass beside the step to see if any had fallen there.     Louisa was slow and still in her movements; it took her a long time to prepare her tea, but when ready it was set forth with as much grace as if she had been a veritable guest to her own self. The little square table stood exactly in the center of the kitchen and was covered with a starched linen cloth whose border pattern of flowers glistened. Louisa used china every day—something which none of her neighbors did. They whispered about it among themselves because their daily tables were laid with common crockery, their sets of best china stayed in the parlor closet, and Louisa Ellis was no richer nor better bred than they, but still she would use the china.4Which themes does the author develop in the passage? A. Gardens are sources of nourishing food, and a well-set table can be like a fine work of art. B. Life on a farm is often lonely, and people may not understand others' good intentions. C. Leisure can bring a sense of peace, and each person has unique skills and talents. D. Routine can provide a sense of delight, and the good things in life can beautify the ordinary.

It was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning; there was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing, and a little bell was tinkling; now and then a farm wagon tilted by, and the dust flew; some blue-shirted laborers with shovels over their shoulders plodded past. There seemed to be a gentle stir arising over everything for the mere sake of subsidence—a premonition of rest and hush and night.     This soft commotion was over Louisa Ellis also. She had been peacefully sewing all the afternoon; now she quilted her needle carefully into her work, which she folded precisely and laid in a basket. Louisa could not remember that ever in her life she had mislaid one of these little feminine appurtenances, which had become, from use and constant association, a part of her personality.     Louisa tied a green apron around her waist, got out a flat straw hat with a green ribbon, and then she went into the garden with a little blue crockery bowl, to pick some currants for her tea. After the currants were picked, she sat on the back doorstep and stemmed them, collecting the stems carefully in her apron, and afterwards throwing them into the chicken coop; she looked sharply at the grass beside the step to see if any had fallen there.     Louisa was slow and still in her movements; it took her a long time to prepare her tea, but when ready it was set forth with as much grace as if she had been a veritable guest to her own self. The little square table stood exactly in the center of the kitchen and was covered with a starched linen cloth whose border pattern of flowers glistened. Louisa used china every day—something which none of her neighbors did. They whispered about it among themselves because their daily tables were laid with common crockery, their sets of best china stayed in the parlor closet, and Louisa Ellis was no richer nor better bred than they, but still she would use the china.5Which themes does the author develop in the passage? A. Leisure can bring a sense of peace, and each person has unique skills and talents. B. Life on a farm is often lonely, and people may not understand others' good intentions. C. Routine can provide a sense of delight, and the good things in life can beautify the ordinary. D. Gardens are sources of nourishing food, and a well-set table can be like a fine work of art.

Read the passage from Part 2 of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wallpaper.I turned it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was because of the wallpaper—he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.How does the irony in this passage reveal meaning in the text?Group of answer choicesIt shows that the narrator does not realize that her husband does not respect or believe her.It shows that the narrator no longer trusts her husband.It shows that the narrator has grown to enjoy the wallpaper.It shows that the narrator is no longer resisting her isolation and illness.