A White Heron
by Sarah Orne Jewett
"Sylvy, Sylvy!" called the busy old grandmother again and again, but nobody answered, and the small husk bed was empty, and Sylvia had
disappeared.
The guest waked from a dream; he remembered his day's pleasure and hurried to dress himself that it might sooner begin. He was sure from the way
the shy little girl looked once or twice yesterday that she had at least seen the white heron, and now she must really be persuaded to tell. Here she
comes now, paler than ever, and her worn old frock is torn and tattered and smeared with pine pitch. The grandmother and the sportsman stand in the
door together and question her, and the splendid moment had come to speak of the herons nest in the dead hemlock tree by the green marsh.
But Sylvia does not speak after all, though the old grandmother fretfully rebukes her, and the young man's kind appealing eyes are looking straight into
her own. He can make them rich with money; he has promised it, and they are poor now. He is so well worth making happy, and he waits to hear the
story she can tell.
Select the correct answer.
What can you infer about Sylvia?
O A.
O B.
She admires the white heron and wants to protect it.
She dislikes her grandmother for not keeping her secrets.
○ C.
She believes she will become rich, even if she doesn't share the white heron's location.
O D.
She does not know how to speak the man's language.