Week 9 Foundation English Test Copy

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

What is implied when Mrs. Meg says that Aunt March’s memory will keep being green?

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

From the third paragraph, we know that Mrs. Jo

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

What do Mrs. Jo and Mrs. Meg feel at first when they are talking about Plumfield in piazza?

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

Why do Mrs. Jo and Mrs. Meg suddenly sad?

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

How does the writer present Mr. Laurence as?

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

In the sixth paragraph, how does the writer describe Plumfield?

Extract from Jo’s Boys: And How They Turned Out by Louisa Alcott

(1) ‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it,’ said Mrs. Jo to Mrs. Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.

(2) ‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr. Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts,’ answered Mrs. Meg, always glad to praise the absent.

(3) ‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love,’ said Mrs. Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.

(4) ‘I have had mine, and Amy is enjoying hers to her heart’s content. If dear Marmee, John, and Beth were here, it would be quite perfect,’ added Meg, with a tender quiver in her voice; for Marmee’s place was empty now.

(5) Jo put her hand on her sister’s, and both sat silent for a little while, surveying the pleasant scene before them with mingled sad and happy thoughts.

(6) It certainly did look as if magic had been at work, for quiet Plumfield was transformed into a busy little world. The house seemed more hospitable than ever, refreshed now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and garden, and a prosperous air it had not worn when riotous boys swarmed everywhere and it was rather difficult for the Bhaers to make both ends meet. On the hill, where kites used to be flown, stood the fine college which Mr. Laurence’s munificent legacy had built. Busy students were going to and fro along the paths once trodden by childish feet, and many young men and women were enjoying all the advantages that wealth, wisdom, and benevolence could give them.

(7) Just inside the gates of Plumfield a pretty brown cottage, very like the Dovecote, nestled among the trees, and on the green slope westward Laurie’s white-pillared mansion glittered in the sunshine; for when the rapid growth of the city shut in the old house, spoilt Meg’s nest, and dared to put a soap factory under Mr. Laurence’s indignant nose, our friends emigrated to Plumfield, and the great changes began.

Which building is located in the high land of Plumfield?

Words are Birds

words

are birds

that arrive

with books

and spring                                                                   5

they

love

clouds

the wind

and trees                                                                  10

some words

are messengers

that come

from far away

from distant lands                                                15

for them

there are

no borders

only stars

moon and sun                                                      20

some words

are familiar

like canaries

others are exotic

like the quetzal bird                                             25

some can stand

the cold

others migrate

with the sun

to the south                                                           30

some words

die

caged—

they’re difficult

to translate                                                            35

and others

build nests

have chicks

warm them

feed them                                                              40

teach them

how to fly

and one day

they go away

in flocks                                                                 45

the letters

on this page

are the prints

they leave

by the sea                                                           50

From the eighth verse of the poem, we learn that

Words are Birds

words

are birds

that arrive

with books

and spring                                                                   5

they

love

clouds

the wind

and trees                                                                  10

some words

are messengers

that come

from far away

from distant lands                                                15

for them

there are

no borders

only stars

moon and sun                                                      20

some words

are familiar

like canaries

others are exotic

like the quetzal bird                                             25

some can stand

the cold

others migrate

with the sun

to the south                                                           30

some words

die

caged—

they’re difficult

to translate                                                            35

and others

build nests

have chicks

warm them

feed them                                                              40

teach them

how to fly

and one day

they go away

in flocks                                                                 45

the letters

on this page

are the prints

they leave

by the sea                                                           50

According to the third verse, words can also be used for

Words are Birds

words

are birds

that arrive

with books

and spring                                                                   5

they

love

clouds

the wind

and trees                                                                  10

some words

are messengers

that come

from far away

from distant lands                                                15

for them

there are

no borders

only stars

moon and sun                                                      20

some words

are familiar

like canaries

others are exotic

like the quetzal bird                                             25

some can stand

the cold

others migrate

with the sun

to the south                                                           30

some words

die

caged—

they’re difficult

to translate                                                            35

and others

build nests

have chicks

warm them

feed them                                                              40

teach them

how to fly

and one day

they go away

in flocks                                                                 45

the letters

on this page

are the prints

they leave

by the sea                                                           50

What poetic technique is used in the first and second line of the poem?

Words are Birds

words

are birds

that arrive

with books

and spring                                                                   5

they

love

clouds

the wind

and trees                                                                  10

some words

are messengers

that come

from far away

from distant lands                                                15

for them

there are

no borders

only stars

moon and sun                                                      20

some words

are familiar

like canaries

others are exotic

like the quetzal bird                                             25

some can stand

the cold

others migrate

with the sun

to the south                                                           30

some words

die

caged—

they’re difficult

to translate                                                            35

and others

build nests

have chicks

warm them

feed them                                                              40

teach them

how to fly

and one day

they go away

in flocks                                                                 45

the letters

on this page

are the prints

they leave

by the sea                                                           50

The word “they” in line 44 refers to

Words are Birds

words

are birds

that arrive

with books

and spring                                                                   5

they

love

clouds

the wind

and trees                                                                  10

some words

are messengers

that come

from far away

from distant lands                                                15

for them

there are

no borders

only stars

moon and sun                                                      20

some words

are familiar

like canaries

others are exotic

like the quetzal bird                                             25

some can stand

the cold

others migrate

with the sun

to the south                                                           30

some words

die

caged—

they’re difficult

to translate                                                            35

and others

build nests

have chicks

warm them

feed them                                                              40

teach them

how to fly

and one day

they go away

in flocks                                                                 45

the letters

on this page

are the prints

they leave

by the sea                                                           50

According to the poem, how can a word vanish?