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Read the story and answer the question.

The sky was dark and overcast. It had been raining all night long, and there was no sign of it stopping. I thought that my Sunday would be ruined. As it poured outside, I settled down by the window to watch the rain. The park opposite my house looked even more green and fresh than usual. The branches of the tall trees swayed so hard in the strong wind that I thought they would break. A few children were splashing about in the mud puddles and having a wonderful time. I wished I could join them too! There were very few people out on the road and those who were hurried on their way, wrapped in raincoats and carrying umbrellas.
My mother announced that lunch was ready. It was piping hot and very welcoming in the damp weather. We spent the afternoon listening to music and to the downpour outside.

In the evening we chatted and made paper boats that we meant to sail in the stream of water outside. It was not a bad day after all!

What is the setting of the above story?

Read the poem and answer the question.

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches,

And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle,

All of the sights of the hill and the plain,
Fly as thick as driving rain,

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes,
And there is the green for stringing the daisies;

Here is a cart run away in the road,
Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill and there is a river,
Each a glimpse and gone forever.

-- R.L.STEVENSON

What is the setting of the above poem?

Read the passage and answer the question.

One evening, long after most people had gone to bed, a friend and I were making our way merrily back home through the silent and almost deserted streets. We had been to a musical show and were talking about the actor we had seen and heard in it.

“That show made him a star overnight,” said my friend about one of the actors. “He was completely unknown before, and now thousands of teenagers send him chocolates and love letters through the mail.”

“I thought he was quite good,” I said, “but not worth thousands of love letters daily. As a matter of fact, one of his songs gave me a pain.”

“Which was that?” my friend asked. “Sing to me.” I burst into a parody of the song.

“Be quiet for heaven’s sake!” My friend gave me an astonished look.

“You’ll give everybody a fright and wake people up for miles around.”

“Never mind,” I said, intoxicated with the sound of my own voice. “I don’t care. How does it matter?”

And I went on singing the latest tunes at the top of my voice. Presently there came behind us the sound of heavy footsteps and before you could say “Jack Robinson” a policeman was standing in front of me, his notebook open, and a determined look on his face.

“Excuse me, sir,” he said. “You have a remarkable voice, if I may say so. Who taught you to sing? I’d very much like to find someone who can give my daughter singing lessons. Would you be kind enough to tell me your name and address? Then my wife or I can drop you a line and discuss the matter.”

What is the setting of the above passage?

Reading: Literature (RL.6.5)