Benchmark Unit 4 Ultimate practice

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B. Part A Who is the narrator of “Scarlet Fever Summer”?

• Mother

• Father

• Miles

• an outside observer

• Koko and Tigre

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B. Part A Who is the narrator of “Scarlet Fever Summer”? Miles

Part B Which sentence from paragraph 7 supports the answer to Part A? Click on the sentence you choose.

• Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings.

• Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real.

• He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing.

• I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing.

• And so the days passed.

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

In paragraph 2, why does the boy’s mother “whisper fearfully” to his father?

• She is afraid the boy may not get well.

• She is afraid his father is getting sick, too.

• She is afraid she is also getting sick.

• She is afraid he won’t stay in bed.

• She is afraid that she lose points in class dojo or will be kicked out of google meet.

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

In paragraph 3, the boy calls his mother “the haloed angel.” What does this metaphor suggest?

• She works in a hospital.

• She saves his life.

• She goes to nursing school.

• She is wearing a halo

• She wants to get her 50 minutes in both Iready ELA and Math.

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B.

Part A

Based on story details, what can the reader infer about the boy’s father?

• His paintings are not very good.

• He earns most of his money as a farmer.

• He is very concerned about his son.

• His paintings are all outdoor scenes.

• His paintings are all on Pear deck and Class dojo.

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B.

Part A

Based on story details, what can the reader infer about the boy’s father? He is very concerned about his son.

Part B Which sentence from the story supports the answer to Part A?

• “Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him.”

• “The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom.”

• “He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the

  river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing.”

• “Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work.”

• “The next day, Father set up his google meet and Pear deck in my bedroom.”

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

In paragraph 2, which underlined part is an open compound word, like scarlet fever? Click on the one you choose.

• The next morning

• I had a high fever

• and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted.

• As I left the living room,

• I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

Read the passage. Then answer the questions.

Scarlet Fever Summer

1 It was the spring of 1875. I remember the exact season and year because I had just turned ten. We arrived home late from a trip to the countryside. Father asked me to take our horse to the stable and feed him. By the time I got to bed, my throat was sore.

2 The next morning I had a high fever and a red rash on my chest. “Miles, you must go back to bed this minute,” my mother insisted. As I left the living room, I heard her whisper fearfully to my father, “I think he has scarlet fever.”

3 I went to sleep and did not awaken for many days. When I did, I saw my mother sitting beside me. She was holding a cold compress to my head. “He’s opening his eyes,” cried the haloed angel. Father ran into the room and hugged my mother.

4 I slowly regained my strength. Of course, I wanted to go

outside as soon as I felt a little better. “Sorry, Miles, but the doctor says you’ve got to stay in bed for a while,” my

father explained.

5 “But I want to swim and fish and play ball with Ned and John,” I said. My father just shook his head.

6 The next day, Father set up his easel in my bedroom. He began painting a picture of a place by the river where my brothers and I used to play. “Use your imagination,” he said, “and you can put yourself right there at our favorite spot.”

7 Father painted the most beautiful of all his paintings. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. He painted a group of young boys enjoying themselves by the river, playing ball, swimming, and fishing. I imagined myself there with my brothers, shouting and laughing. And so the days passed.

8 Sixty years have now gone by since my scarlet fever summer. My father’s paintings are no longer popular. Even his grandchildren and great-grandchildren have no interest in his work. Only I, his eldest son, hold them dear, especially the one that brought me back to health.

Choose four sentences that belong in a summary

• The boy’s illness is scarlet fever.

  Miles takes care of the horse for his father.

  The boy’s mother puts cold compresses on his head.

• A boy named Miles ends up with scarlet fever after a family outing.

• The father paints an outdoor scene in the boy’s room.

• The boy’s health improves as he imagines himself in the painting.

• Only the boy continues to appreciate his father’s artwork years later.

Read this passage. Then answer the questions.

Tale of a Painting

1. On a stormy afternoon in 1918, Lucy and Will Right decided to explore the attic. Will dragged out an old wagon. Lucy looked through an open box and pulled out an old painting with a gilded frame. The metal frame seemed to glow among the other dusty objects in the box. “Look at this,” she ordered her brother.

2. “That old thing with three brothers playing by the river? I think it’s ugly,” he said.

3. Before Lucy could answer her brother, their mother called them downstairs. “I have wonderful news! The Great War is over, and Father will be home within a few weeks.”

4. On a sunny morning in 1960, Will Right stood outside his childhood home. The house was up for sale, and on the ground in front of him sat two piles. “Everything in this pile goes in the trash,” he said, “and the rest we take to the thrift shop.”

5. “You’re putting that painting in the trash?” his wife asked.

6. “Lucy always liked it,” he said, “but I still think it’s ugly.”

7. “So why don’t we send it to Lucy?”

8. “She says she has absolutely no room in her apartment for even one more thing,” he said.

9. “So let’s give it to the thrift shop,” his wife suggested.

10. On a cool day in 1980, Fay West flipped through a stack of frames at the thrift shop. She wanted a frame for a new seascape she’d just finished. Near the bottom of the stack, she found a treasure. It was a gold frame that held a picture of children playing by a river. But the painting, like the frame, was very dirty. Fay figured she could clean up the frame and toss the painting after she got home.

11. Back at her apartment, Fay took a closer look. Now she could see that the painting was made by a talented artist. She decided to take it to a professional cleaner of fine art. Then she’d have her friend at the Fine Art Museum take a look.

12. On a bright afternoon in 2010, Yuko Abe stood in front of a painting at the Fine Art Museum. It was a picture of three boys playing by a river. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. “Wow, that’s beautiful,” she said.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B. Part A Who is the narrator of “Tale of a Painting”?

• Will Right

• Fay West

• Yuko Abe

• an outside observer

• Iready reading stories

Read this passage. Then answer the questions.

Tale of a Painting

1. On a stormy afternoon in 1918, Lucy and Will Right decided to explore the attic. Will dragged out an old wagon. Lucy looked through an open box and pulled out an old painting with a gilded frame. The metal frame seemed to glow among the other dusty objects in the box. “Look at this,” she ordered her brother.

2. “That old thing with three brothers playing by the river? I think it’s ugly,” he said.

3. Before Lucy could answer her brother, their mother called them downstairs. “I have wonderful news! The Great War is over, and Father will be home within a few weeks.”

4. On a sunny morning in 1960, Will Right stood outside his childhood home. The house was up for sale, and on the ground in front of him sat two piles. “Everything in this pile goes in the trash,” he said, “and the rest we take to the thrift shop.”

5. “You’re putting that painting in the trash?” his wife asked.

6. “Lucy always liked it,” he said, “but I still think it’s ugly.”

7. “So why don’t we send it to Lucy?”

8. “She says she has absolutely no room in her apartment for even one more thing,” he said.

9. “So let’s give it to the thrift shop,” his wife suggested.

10. On a cool day in 1980, Fay West flipped through a stack of frames at the thrift shop. She wanted a frame for a new seascape she’d just finished. Near the bottom of the stack, she found a treasure. It was a gold frame that held a picture of children playing by a river. But the painting, like the frame, was very dirty. Fay figured she could clean up the frame and toss the painting after she got home.

11. Back at her apartment, Fay took a closer look. Now she could see that the painting was made by a talented artist. She decided to take it to a professional cleaner of fine art. Then she’d have her friend at the Fine Art Museum take a look.

12. On a bright afternoon in 2010, Yuko Abe stood in front of a painting at the Fine Art Museum. It was a picture of three boys playing by a river. Every tree, every current in the river, every cloud, and every inch of blue sky looked real. “Wow, that’s beautiful,” she said.

This question has two parts. First, answer Part A. Then answer Part B. Part A Who is the narrator of “Tale of a Painting”? an outside observer

Part B Which sentence supports the answer to Part A?

• “‘I think it’s ugly,’ he said.”

• “Before Lucy could answer her brother, their mother called

  them downstairs.”

• “‘I have wonderful news!’”

• “‘The Great War is over, and Father will be home within a

  few weeks.’”

• “Before Lucy could answer her brother, their mother called

  them downstairs to talk about her not turning on her camera during google meets.”