Which of the following scenarios, if true, would most weaken the author’s analysis of how events in Burnett’s life influenced The Secret Garden?A.Burnett wrote an early draft of The Secret Garden in 1888, with the basic plot and characters unchanged from the final version.B.Although Burnett leased Maytham Hall for ten years, she was only able to spend four summers there.C.Burnett’s son Lionel suffered from fragile health his entire life, not just after he developed tuberculosis.D.Burnett initially envisioned The Secret Garden as an adult novel, told from the perspective of Mary’s Uncle Archibald.

The following text is adapted from Frances Hodgson Burnett's 1911 novel The Secret Garden. Mary, the protagonist, has recently moved to a new home and is discovering a hidden garden.Mary was not a child who was used to being taken notice of, but now she was becoming accustomed to her new surroundings, and she found that she quite liked being noticed. She began to take pleasure in the secret garden, spending her time tending to the flowers and plants, and making friends with the animals that lived there. It was a place where she could be herself, free from the expectations of others, and she was growing more and more fond of it each day.

Think about Olivia Nienaber's story. According to the article, which of these happened second?HINTA.Nienaber envisioned an oasis of plants.B.Nienaber's habitat sanctuaries attracted pollinators.C.Nienaber planted multiple gardens in Scandia.D.Nienaber's family property was devastated by a fire.

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Which detail best develops the character of the narrator, Jane Eyre, in the excerpt?excerpt from Jane Eyreby Charlotte BrontëIn the following excerpt, the narrator, Jane Eyre, describes an interaction with her nursemaid, Bessie.Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels from the library. This book I had again and again perused with delight. I considered it a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells, under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdignag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth's surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now placed in my hand—when I turned over its leaves, and sought in its marvellous pictures the charm I had, till now, never failed to find—all was eerie and dreary; the giants were gaunt goblins, the pigmies malevolent and fearful imps, Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book, which I dared no longer peruse, and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having washed her hands, she opened a certain little drawer, full of splendid shreds of silk and satin, and began making a new bonnet for Georgiana's doll. Meantime she sang: her song was—"In the days when we went gipsying,A long time ago."I had often heard the song before, and always with lively delight; for Bessie had a sweet voice,—at least, I thought so. But now, though her voice was still sweet, I found in its melody an indescribable sadness. Sometimes, preoccupied with her work, she sang the refrain very low, very lingeringly.Reset Next

Select the correct text in the passage.Which detail best develops the character of the narrator, Jane Eyre, in the excerpt?excerpt from Jane Eyreby Charlotte BrontëIn the following excerpt, the narrator, Jane Eyre, describes an interaction with her nursemaid, Bessie.Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word book acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels from the library. This book I had again and again perused with delight. I considered it a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells, under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdignag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth's surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other. Yet, when this cherished volume was now placed in my hand—when I turned over its leaves, and sought in its marvellous pictures the charm I had, till now, never failed to find—all was eerie and dreary; the giants were gaunt goblins, the pigmies malevolent and fearful imps, Gulliver a most desolate wanderer in most dread and dangerous regions. I closed the book, which I dared no longer peruse, and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having washed her hands, she opened a certain little drawer, full of splendid shreds of silk and satin, and began making a new bonnet for Georgiana's doll. Meantime she sang: her song was—"In the days when we went gipsying,A long time ago."I had often heard the song before, and always with lively delight; for Bessie had a sweet voice,—at least, I thought so. But now, though her voice was still sweet, I found in its melody an indescribable sadness. Sometimes, preoccupied with her work, she sang the refrain very low, very lingeringly.