Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow. 10x1=10
The ghost that got into our house on the night of November 17, 1915, raised such
a hullabaloo of misunderstandings that I am sorry I didn’t just let it keep on walking, and go to bed. Its
advent caused my mother to throw a shoe through a window of the house next door and ended up with
my grandfather shooting a patrolman. I am sorry, therefore, as I have said, that I ever paid any attention to
the footsteps. They began about a quarter past one o’clock in the morning, a rhythmic, quick-cadenced
walking around the dining-room table. My mother was asleep in one room upstairs, my brother Herman
in another; grandfather was in the attic, in the old walnut bed which, as you will remember, once fell on
my father. I had just stepped out of the bathtub and was busily rubbing myself with a towel when I heard
the steps. They were the steps of a man walking rapidly around the dining room table downstairs. The
light from the bathroom shone down the back steps, which dropped directly into the dining-room; I could
see the faint shine of plates on the plate-rail; I couldn’t see the table. The steps kept going round and
round the table; at regular intervals a board creaked, when it was trod upon. I supposed at first that it was
my father or my brother Roy, who had gone to Indianapolis but were expected home at any time. I
suspected next that it was a burglar. It did not enter my mind until later that it was a ghost.
i. When did the ghost get into the narrator’s house?
ii. Where were the footsteps first noticed by the narrator?
a. at the entrance door. c) around the dining-room table.
b. in the attic. d) in the bedroom upstairs.
iii. What had the narrator been doing?
a. sleeping in the room. c) drinking water.
b. just stepped out of the bathtub. d)going to sleep.
iv. Where was his grandfather?
a. in the attic. c) not at home.
b. in the bathroom. d) in the house next door.
v. What did the narrator feel at first?
vi. What type of sound was heard by the narrator?
a). A knock at the door c) The sound of water dripping in the bath tub.
b) The sound of a gunshot. d) The sound of rhythmic, quick-cadenced walking steps.
vii. What another sound was heard by the narrator when the steps kept going round and round the
table?
a. The banging of the plates. c) Creaking sound of the board.
b. The ticking of the clock. d) None of the above.
viii. The ghost created a clamorous noise in the narrator’s house. (True/False)
ix. Hullabaloo means _.
a. Chaos b) hue and cry. c) Noise d) All of the above.
x. Whom did the narrator’s grandfather shoot?
Answers
i) The ghost got into the narrator's house on the night of November 17.
ii) c. around the dining-room table
iii) b. just stepped out of the bathtub
iv) a. in the attic
v) The narrator felt that it was his brother or father.
vi) d. The sound of rhythmic, quick-cadenced walking steps
vii) c. Creaking sound of the board
viii) False
ix) d. All of the above
x) His grandfather shot a patrolman.
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Answer:
i) The ghost got into the narrator's house on the night of November 17.
ii) around the dining-room table (C)
iii) just stepped out of the bathtub (B)
iv) in the attic (A)
v) The narrator felt that it was his brother or father.
vi) The sound of rhythmic, quick-cadenced walking steps. (D)
vii) Creaking sound of the board. (C)
viii) False
ix) All of the above (D)
x) His grandfather shot a patrolman
Explanation:
In the given extract the narrator said
The ghost entered our house on the night of November 17, 1915, causing such a noisy misunderstanding that I apologized for not letting it go up and go to sleep. Its appearance caused my mother to throw a shoe through the window of the house next door and my grandfather ended up shooting a patrolman. So I regret, as I said, ever paying attention to footsteps. They began at about one-fifteen in the morning, a quick, rhythmic parade around the dining table. My mother slept in one bedroom upstairs, my brother Herman in another; Grandpa was in the attic, on the old walnut bed you'll remember, once fell on my father. I had just gotten out of the bath and was taking the initiative to wipe myself with a towel when I heard footsteps. It was the footsteps of a man walking briskly around the dining table downstairs. Light from the bathroom shines down the steps leading directly into the dining room; I could see the faint glow of the plates on the plate rack; I can't see the picture. Steps to rotate and rotate around the table; steadily a board creaked when it was stepped on. At first I assumed it was my dad or my brother, Roy, who had been to Indianapolis but had to come back anytime. I then suspected that it was a thief. I later found out it was a ghost.
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