Read the selection and choose the best answer to each
question.
Snow in Town
By Rickman Mark
andemsp;andemsp;Nothing is quite so quiet and clean
andemsp;andemsp;As snow that falls in the night;
andemsp;andemsp;And isn't it jolly to jump from bed
(4)andensp;And find the whole world white?
andemsp;andemsp;It lies on the window ledges,
andemsp;andemsp;It lies on the boughs of the trees,
andemsp;andemsp;While sparrows crowd at the kitchen door,
(8)andensp;With a pitiful "If you please?"
andemsp;andemsp;It lies on the arm of the lamp-post,
andemsp;andemsp;Where the lighter's ladder goes,
andemsp;andemsp;And the policeman under it beats his arms,
(12)And stamps-to feel his toes;
andemsp;andemsp;The butcher's boy is rolling a ball
andemsp;andemsp;To throw at the man with coals,
andemsp;andemsp;And old Mrs. Ingram has fastened a piece
(16)Of flannel under her soles;
andemsp;andemsp;No sound there is in the snowy road
andemsp;andemsp;From the horses' cautious feet,
andemsp;andemsp;And all is hushed but the postman's knocks
(20)Rat-tatting down the street,
andemsp;andemsp;Till men come round with shovels
andemsp;andemsp;To clear the snow away,-
andemsp;andemsp;What a pity it is that when it falls
(24)They never let it stay!
andemsp;andemsp;And while we are having breakfast
andemsp;andemsp;Papa says, "Isn't it light?
andemsp;andemsp;And all because of the thousands of geese
(28)The Old Woman plucked last night.
andemsp;andemsp;"And if you are good," he tells us,
andemsp;andemsp;"And attend to your A B C,
andemsp;andemsp;You may go in the garden and make a snow man
(32)As big or bigger than me."