Reading Comprehension

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What can Mary see when she first looks out of the carriage?

• Hedges and trees

• Darkness

• The road

• The sea

• The moor

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CCSS.RI.1.1

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Which of the things is not mentioned by Mrs Medlock?

• Moor

• Gorse

• Wind

• Water

• Sheep

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CCSS.RI.5.1

CCSS.RI.6.1

CCSS.RL.6.1

CCSS.RL.6.2

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

How do you think Mary feels as they travel?

• Excited

• Anxious

• Tired

• Sick

• Enthusiastic

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CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

How is the moor described in the passage?

• Treacherous and boggy

• Full of wildlife

• Untamed and desolate

• Mountainous and bare

• Dry and barren

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CCSS.RI.4.5

CCSS.RI.5.5

CCSS.RI.6.5

CCSS.RI.7.5

CCSS.RI.8.5

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Which of these best describes the journey?

• Uphill and smooth

• Fast and exciting

• Uncomfortable and lonely

• strange but interesting

• Long and disorienting

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CCSS.RI.4.5

CCSS.RI.5.5

CCSS.RI.6.5

CCSS.RI.7.5

CCSS.RI.8.5

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What kind of text is this?

• Biography

• Travel writing

• A fairy tale

• fiction

• A diary

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CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.5.7

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.6.9

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What is meant by the word "presently" (Line 1)

• Eventually

• Later

• Previously

• Straight away

• Before long

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CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RI.6.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

CCSS.RL.6.4

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Which of these words is closest in meaning to the word " expanse" ( Line 7)

• Open

• view

• area

• Boundary

• Horizon

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CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RI.6.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

CCSS.RL.6.4

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

"the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean"

What technique is used here?

• A simile

• A metaphor

• An allusion

• Onomatopoeia

• A cliche

Tags

CCSS.RI.4.5

CCSS.RI.5.5

CCSS.RI.6.5

CCSS.RI.7.5

CCSS.RI.8.5

Read this passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

An extract from The Secret Garden

At last the horses began to go more slowly, as if they were climbing up-hill, and presently there

seemed to be no more hedges and no more trees. She could see nothing, in fact, but a dense darkness on

either side. She leaned forward and pressed her face against the window just as the carriage gave a big

jolt. Eh! We're on the moor now sure enough," said Mrs. Medlock.

The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through

bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before

and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.

"It's it's not the sea, is it?" said Mary, looking round at her companion.

"No, not it," answered Mrs. Medlock. "Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild

ponies and sheep."

"I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it, said Mary. "It sounds like the sea just now

"That's the wind blowing through the bushes." Mrs. Medlock said. "It's a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there's plenty that likes it particularly when the heather's in bloom."

On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and

whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed

over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the

drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land

I don't like it." she said to herself. I don't like it, and she pinched her thin lips more tightly

together"

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What type of words are these?

ponies sheep mountains bushes

• Abstract nouns

• Proper nouns

• Common nouns

• Collective nouns

• pronouns

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CCSS.RF.3.3B

CCSS.RF.3.3C

CCSS.RF.3.3D

CCSS.RF.4.3A

CCSS.RF.5.3A