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This quiz focuses on Reading And Comprehending Literature, giving you a quick way to practice the rules, question types, and explanations that matter most for Elementary School Reading.
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
Why does Marisol go to the shed for the netting?
Elementary School Reading Quiz
Practice Reading And Comprehending Literature in Elementary School Reading with focused quiz questions that help you check what you know, review explanations, and build confidence with test-style prompts.
This quiz focuses on Reading And Comprehending Literature, giving you a quick way to practice the rules, question types, and explanations that matter most for Elementary School Reading.
Try each quiz question before looking at the correct answer. Use the explanations to review missed ideas, then come back to similar questions until the pattern feels familiar.
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
Why does Marisol go to the shed for the netting?
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
The story says that inside Marisol's chest, "something hardened like cooling wax." What does this comparison suggest about her?
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
From what point of view is the story told?
Winter Fence
The fence posts wear their caps of snow. They will not step inside. They hold the wire. They watch the road. They hold. That is their pride.
All night the wind goes door to door
and rattles what it finds.
The posts say nothing back at all.
They hold. They do not mind.
By March the caps have slipped away. The sagging wire has dried. The posts lean tired by the road. They hold. That is their pride.
The poem says the fence posts "wear their caps of snow" and that they "watch the road." Why does the poet describe them this way?
The Map
CHARACTERS
NELL, a girl of eleven
THEO, her younger brother
SETTING: The attic of an old house. Late afternoon. Dusty light comes through one small window.
(NELL kneels beside an open trunk. THEO stands in the doorway, not coming in.)
NELL: Come look at this.
THEO: There are spiders up here.
NELL: There are spiders everywhere. Come look.
(THEO takes two steps in, then stops.)
NELL (unfolding a large paper): It's a map. Of this house. Somebody drew every room.
THEO: Why would you draw a house you are standing in?
NELL (pausing): I don't know. Maybe so you would remember it.
(She smooths the paper against the floor. A corner tears.)
NELL: Oh —
THEO (crossing to her quickly): Let me. I'm better at paper.
(He kneels. Carefully, he fits the torn corner back into place and holds it there.)
THEO: There's a room here that isn't in the house.
NELL: What?
THEO: This one. Off the kitchen. There's no door there now.
(They both look at the map. Neither speaks. Below them, a floorboard settles.)
Why do Nell and Theo stop talking at the end of the scene?
Winter Fence
The fence posts wear their caps of snow. They will not step inside. They hold the wire. They watch the road. They hold. That is their pride.
All night the wind goes door to door
and rattles what it finds.
The posts say nothing back at all.
They hold. They do not mind.
By March the caps have slipped away. The sagging wire has dried. The posts lean tired by the road. They hold. That is their pride.
How is the poem organized?
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
What is the main message of the story?
Winter Fence
The fence posts wear their caps of snow. They will not step inside. They hold the wire. They watch the road. They hold. That is their pride.
All night the wind goes door to door
and rattles what it finds.
The posts say nothing back at all.
They hold. They do not mind.
By March the caps have slipped away. The sagging wire has dried. The posts lean tired by the road. They hold. That is their pride.
What main idea does the poem express?
The Last Row
Marisol had counted on the beans. All spring she had watched the row nearest the fence, the one she had planted herself, while her grandmother tended the rest of the garden. The seedlings came up crooked but stubborn, pushing through soil that was mostly clay.
Then the deer came.
By morning her row was a ruin of chewed stems. Marisol stood at the fence for a long time without speaking. Inside her chest, something hardened like cooling wax.
"Well," her grandmother said behind her. "That is the garden's way of asking a question."
Marisol did not turn around. "It's asking whether I should have used the netting."
"Maybe." Her grandmother crouched and lifted one of the ragged stems. Below the bite, a pale green nub had already begun to swell. "Or maybe it's asking whether you'll look close enough to see what's left."
Marisol knelt. The nub was small, no bigger than a grain of rice, but it was there, and there was another on the next stem, and another after that. Not every plant. But more than none.
She went to the shed for the netting. It took her the rest of the afternoon to string it along the row, and her fingers were raw by the time she finished. When she stepped back, the row still looked terrible.
It also looked like a row that might have beans in August.
Which detail best shows that Marisol does not give up easily?
The Map
CHARACTERS
NELL, a girl of eleven
THEO, her younger brother
SETTING: The attic of an old house. Late afternoon. Dusty light comes through one small window.
(NELL kneels beside an open trunk. THEO stands in the doorway, not coming in.)
NELL: Come look at this.
THEO: There are spiders up here.
NELL: There are spiders everywhere. Come look.
(THEO takes two steps in, then stops.)
NELL (unfolding a large paper): It's a map. Of this house. Somebody drew every room.
THEO: Why would you draw a house you are standing in?
NELL (pausing): I don't know. Maybe so you would remember it.
(She smooths the paper against the floor. A corner tears.)
NELL: Oh —
THEO (crossing to her quickly): Let me. I'm better at paper.
(He kneels. Carefully, he fits the torn corner back into place and holds it there.)
THEO: There's a room here that isn't in the house.
NELL: What?
THEO: This one. Off the kitchen. There's no door there now.
(They both look at the map. Neither speaks. Below them, a floorboard settles.)
Theo says, "I'm better at paper." What does he mean?
Winter Fence
The fence posts wear their caps of snow. They will not step inside. They hold the wire. They watch the road. They hold. That is their pride.
All night the wind goes door to door
and rattles what it finds.
The posts say nothing back at all.
They hold. They do not mind.
By March the caps have slipped away. The sagging wire has dried. The posts lean tired by the road. They hold. That is their pride.
What does repeating the words "They hold" in all three stanzas most likely emphasize?
Winter Fence
The fence posts wear their caps of snow. They will not step inside. They hold the wire. They watch the road. They hold. That is their pride.
All night the wind goes door to door
and rattles what it finds.
The posts say nothing back at all.
They hold. They do not mind.
By March the caps have slipped away. The sagging wire has dried. The posts lean tired by the road. They hold. That is their pride.
What has changed by the third stanza?
The Map
CHARACTERS
NELL, a girl of eleven
THEO, her younger brother
SETTING: The attic of an old house. Late afternoon. Dusty light comes through one small window.
(NELL kneels beside an open trunk. THEO stands in the doorway, not coming in.)
NELL: Come look at this.
THEO: There are spiders up here.
NELL: There are spiders everywhere. Come look.
(THEO takes two steps in, then stops.)
NELL (unfolding a large paper): It's a map. Of this house. Somebody drew every room.
THEO: Why would you draw a house you are standing in?
NELL (pausing): I don't know. Maybe so you would remember it.
(She smooths the paper against the floor. A corner tears.)
NELL: Oh —
THEO (crossing to her quickly): Let me. I'm better at paper.
(He kneels. Carefully, he fits the torn corner back into place and holds it there.)
THEO: There's a room here that isn't in the house.
NELL: What?
THEO: This one. Off the kitchen. There's no door there now.
(They both look at the map. Neither speaks. Below them, a floorboard settles.)
What do the words inside the parentheses tell the reader?
The Map
CHARACTERS
NELL, a girl of eleven
THEO, her younger brother
SETTING: The attic of an old house. Late afternoon. Dusty light comes through one small window.
(NELL kneels beside an open trunk. THEO stands in the doorway, not coming in.)
NELL: Come look at this.
THEO: There are spiders up here.
NELL: There are spiders everywhere. Come look.
(THEO takes two steps in, then stops.)
NELL (unfolding a large paper): It's a map. Of this house. Somebody drew every room.
THEO: Why would you draw a house you are standing in?
NELL (pausing): I don't know. Maybe so you would remember it.
(She smooths the paper against the floor. A corner tears.)
NELL: Oh —
THEO (crossing to her quickly): Let me. I'm better at paper.
(He kneels. Carefully, he fits the torn corner back into place and holds it there.)
THEO: There's a room here that isn't in the house.
NELL: What?
THEO: This one. Off the kitchen. There's no door there now.
(They both look at the map. Neither speaks. Below them, a floorboard settles.)
Which detail best shows that Theo becomes more involved as the scene goes on?
The Map
CHARACTERS
NELL, a girl of eleven
THEO, her younger brother
SETTING: The attic of an old house. Late afternoon. Dusty light comes through one small window.
(NELL kneels beside an open trunk. THEO stands in the doorway, not coming in.)
NELL: Come look at this.
THEO: There are spiders up here.
NELL: There are spiders everywhere. Come look.
(THEO takes two steps in, then stops.)
NELL (unfolding a large paper): It's a map. Of this house. Somebody drew every room.
THEO: Why would you draw a house you are standing in?
NELL (pausing): I don't know. Maybe so you would remember it.
(She smooths the paper against the floor. A corner tears.)
NELL: Oh —
THEO (crossing to her quickly): Let me. I'm better at paper.
(He kneels. Carefully, he fits the torn corner back into place and holds it there.)
THEO: There's a room here that isn't in the house.
NELL: What?
THEO: This one. Off the kitchen. There's no door there now.
(They both look at the map. Neither speaks. Below them, a floorboard settles.)
What does the scene mainly show?