ASAP IM TIMED Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.

"Now, there ain't no sense in going around being mad. You clear your head so you can think sensibly. Then I want you to think real hard on whether or not Lillian Jean's worth taking a stand about, but keep in mind that Lillian Jean probably won't be the last white person to treat you this way." He turned toward me so that he looked me full in the face, and the seriousness of his eyes startled me. He held my chin up with the wide flat of his hard hand. "This here's an important decision, Cassie, very important—I want you to understand that—but I think you can handle it. Now, you listen to me, and you listen good. This thing, if you make the wrong decision and Charlie Simms gets involved, then I get involved and there'll be trouble.

Based on the text, what causes Cassie’s father to have a serious talk with her?

O Cassie’s father wants Cassie to let him talk to Charlie Simms about the situation with Lillian Jean.

O Cassie’s father has become involved with Charlie Simms, and the family is in trouble.

O Cassie’s father thinks that Cassie should try to be friends with Lillian Jean to keep the peace.

O Cassie’s father wants Cassie to think carefully before taking a stand about Lillian Jean.

Drag each label to the correct location. each label can be used more than once. based on this excerpt from f. scott fitzgerald's "bernice bobs her hair," match each character with the type of character element he or she represents. "you may as well stop making a fool of yourself over warren mcintyre. he doesn't care a snap of his fingers about you." for a tense moment they regarded each other—marjorie scornful, aloof; bernice astounded, half-angry, half-afraid. then two cars drove up in front of the house and there was a riotous honking. both of them gasped faintly, turned, and side by side hurried out. all through the bridge party bernice strove in vain to master arising uneasiness. she had offended marjorie, the sphinx of sphinxes. with the most wholesome and innocent intentions in the world she had stolen marjorie's property. she felt suddenly and horribly guilty. after the bridge game, when they sat in an informal circle and the conversation became general, the storm gradually broke. little otis ormonde inadvertently precipitated it. "when you going back to kindergarten, otis? " some one had asked. "me? day bernice gets her hair bobbed." "then your education's over," said marjorie quickly. "that's only a bluff of hers. i should think you'd have realized." "that a fact? " demanded otis, giving bernice a reproachful glance. "there's a lot of bluffs in the world," continued marjorie quite pleasantly. "i should think you'd be young enough to know that, otis." "well," said otis, "maybe so. but gee! with a line like bernice's—" "really? " yawned marjorie. "what's her latest bon mot? " no one seemed to know. in fact, bernice, having trifled with her muse's beau, had said nothing memorable of late. "was that really all a line? " asked roberta curiously. bernice hesitated. she felt that wit in some form was demanded of her, but under her cousin's suddenly frigid eyes she was completely incapacitated.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

What influenced robert louis stevenson's writingstyle?