Question

Q1. READ THE FOLLOWING EXTRACT AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW:
A. `` What is it, dear?’’ asked Sue. ``Six,’’ said Johnsy, almost in whisper. `They’re falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it’s easy .There goes another one. There are only five left now.’’ ``Five what, dear? Tell your Susie.’’
• What makes Sue ask this question?
• What has she seen out of the window?
• What does Johnsy speak about ?
B. “That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching on here and there with his icy fingers.”
• What happened in May?
• How had pneumonia affected Johnsy?
• What had the doctor said about Johnsy’s illness?
Q2. ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS IN 30-40 WORDS:
a. What is Johnsy’s illness? What can cure her, the medicine or the willingness to live?
b. Do you think the feeling of depression Johnsy has is common among teenagers?
c. Behrman has a dream. What is it? Does it come true?
d. What is Behrman’s masterpiece? What makes Sue say so?
e. What did doctor ask sue when he took her a side one day?
f. What did Sue see when Johnsy was reverse counting?





Q3. ANSWER ANY TWO OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS IN 80-100 WORDS:
A. Why did Behrman undertake the risky task of saving Johnsy from her illness? Was he able to fulfill his dream?

B. What transformation did that last leaf that did not fall bring about in Johnsy?
C. When Johnsy saw last leaf still clinging to the tree? what did she tell Sue?

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Answer 1

Answer:

In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown “places.”

Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

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