In this excerpt from susan glaspell's trifles, why does mrs. hale advise mrs. peters to lie to mrs. wright about the broken bottles?
mrs hale: (not as if answering that i wish you'd seen minnie foster when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons and stood up there in
the choir and sang. (a look around the room) oh, i wish i'd come over here once in a while! that was a crime! that was a crime! who's going
to punish that?
mrs peters: (looking upstairs) we mustn't--take on
mrs hale: i might have known she needed ! i know how things can be-for women. i tell you, it's queer, mrs peters. we live close
together and we live far apart. we all go through the same things-it's all just a different kind of the same thing. (brushes her eyes, noticing
the bottle of fruit reaches out for it if i was you, i wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone. tell her it ain't tell her it's all right. take this in to
prove it to her. she-she may never know whether it was broke or not.
mrs. hale feels sympathetic toward mrs. wright.
mrs. hale is responsible for breaking the bottles.
mrs. hale doesn't want to cause mrs. wright any more grief
mrs. hale feels jealous of mrs. wright's tasty fruit preserves.
mrs. hale doesn't want to clean up the broken bottles of preserves.

Read the excerpt from the land. in the late afternoon i did the same, but all the time i was on the stallion, i was aware that mitchell was watching me. he had appeared on the edge of the woods and had just stood there watching ghost wind and me as we went round and round the meadow. finally, on one of our turns past him, he said: "s'pose you thinkin' you a real somebody 'cause you can ride that stallion." i looked down at mitchell and stopped, knowing that despite our understanding, he was itching for a fight with me. now, i don't know what possessed me in that moment to say the next thing i did. maybe i was feeling guilty that because i was my daddy's son, i could ride ghost wind. maybe it was that, but it wasn't out of fear i said what i said. i no longer was afraid of mitchell. "you want to ride him? " i asked. mitchell took a step backward. it was obvious he hadn't expected me to say that. "you know i can't ride him," he said. "your white daddy'd kill me." "you want to ride him? " i asked again. mitchell looked at the stallion, then at me. "so, what if i do? " what intrinsic motivation does the author most likely intend the reader to infer from the passage? paul is motivated by his need to have mitchell praise his riding skills. mitchell is motivated by his need to have paul praise his riding skills. paul is motivated by jealousy and wishes he had free time like mitchell. mitchell is motivated by jealousy and wishes he could ride the horse.