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Question 2 MCQ · 2.0 marks
**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
What is the meaning of “water wings” ?
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Metal rings filled with air
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Plastic rings filled with water
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Plastic rings filled with air
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Metal rings filled with water
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
According to the passage, where is the pool located?
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Oklahoma
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Yakima
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Texas
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Florida
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
Select true or false for the following statement.
The Y.M.C.A. pool was only four or five feet deep at the shallow end.
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True
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False
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
Select true or false for the following statement.
The narrator developed an aversion to water when he was three or four years old.
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True
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False
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
What is the meaning of “misadventure” ?
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A peaceful event
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An unlucky event
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An exciting event
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A happy event
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
Which one of the following words is the antonym of the word “brave” ?
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Bold
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Daring
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Timid
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Heroic
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
At which place did the narrator develop an aversion to water?
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New York
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Massachusetts
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New Jersey
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California
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
“I paddled with my new water wings, watching the other boys and trying to learn by aping them.”
What does “aping” mean here?
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To laugh
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To faint
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To cry
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To imitate
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
What is the meaning of “bruiser” ?
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A person who is jovial
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A person who is aggressive
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A person who is spiritual
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A person who is calm
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**Read the following passage and answer the given subquestions:**
It had happened when I was ten or eleven years old. I had decided to learn to swim. There was a
pool at the Y.M.C.A. in Yakima that offered exactly the opportunity. The Yakima River was
treacherous. Mother continually warned against it, and kept fresh in my mind the details of each
drowning in the river. But the Y.M.C.A. pool was safe. It was only two or three feet deep at the
shallow end; and while it was nine feet deep at the other, the drop was gradual. I got a pair of
water wings and went to the pool. I hated to walk naked into it and show my skinny legs. But I
subdued my pride and did it.
From the beginning, however, I had an aversion to the water when I was in it. This started when I
was three or four years old and father took me to the beach in California. He and I stood together
in the surf. I hung on to him, yet the waves knocked me down and swept over me. I was buried in
water. My breath was gone. I was frightened. Father laughed, but there was terror in my heart at
the overpowering force of the waves.
My introduction to the Y.M.CA. swimming pool revived unpleasant memories and stirred childish
fears. But in a little while, I gathered confidence. I paddled with my new water wings, watching the
other boys and trying to learn by aping them. I did this two or three times on different days and
was just beginning to feel at ease in the water when the misadventure happened.
I went to the pool when no one else was there. The place was quiet. The water was still, and the
tiled bottom was as white and clean as a bathtub. I was timid about going in alone, so I sat on the
side of the pool to wait for others.
I had not been there long when in came a big bruiser of a boy, probably eighteen years old. He
had thick hair on his chest. He was a beautiful physical specimen, with legs and arms that showed
rippling muscles. He yelled, “Hi, Skinny! How’d you like to be ducked?”
Deep Water- William Douglas
Read the passage and select true or false for the following statement.
A girl tossed the narrator into the deep end of the pool.
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True
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False
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**Read the following telephone conversation and answer the given subquestions:**
A: Hello! I am from SMACK. I have an order to deliver at your place.
B: Hello! (i) ____________
A: Hello! Am I audible now?
B: No. I can (ii) ____________
A: I am getting a call from another number. (iii) ________
B: Alright. Please (iv) ____________
Complete blank (i) with an appropriate response.
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How may I help you?
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Your voice is breaking.
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I will talk to you later.
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**Read the following telephone conversation and answer the given subquestions:**
A: Hello! I am from SMACK. I have an order to deliver at your place.
B: Hello! (i) ____________
A: Hello! Am I audible now?
B: No. I can (ii) ____________
A: I am getting a call from another number. (iii) ________
B: Alright. Please (iv) ____________
Complete blank (ii) with an appropriate response.
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Hear you on and off
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Pass on the message
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Continue the conversation
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**Read the following telephone conversation and answer the given subquestions:**
A: Hello! I am from SMACK. I have an order to deliver at your place.
B: Hello! (i) ____________
A: Hello! Am I audible now?
B: No. I can (ii) ____________
A: I am getting a call from another number. (iii) ________
B: Alright. Please (iv) ____________
Complete blank (iii) with an appropriate response.
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Thanks for calling.
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How may I help you?
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Could you hold for a second?
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**Read the following telephone conversation and answer the given subquestions:**
A: Hello! I am from SMACK. I have an order to deliver at your place.
B: Hello! (i) ____________
A: Hello! Am I audible now?
B: No. I can (ii) ____________
A: I am getting a call from another number. (iii) ________
B: Alright. Please (iv) ____________
Complete blank (iv) with an appropriate response.
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Call me back
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Cut off the call
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Leave me a message
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**Read the following telephone conversation and answer the given subquestions:**
A: Hello! I am from SMACK. I have an order to deliver at your place.
B: Hello! (i) ____________
A: Hello! Am I audible now?
B: No. I can (ii) ____________
A: I am getting a call from another number. (iii) ________
B: Alright. Please (iv) ____________
Mark the appropriate response.
I have been trying to talk to her . Could you please ask her to __________ the call.
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Pick up
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Hang up
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Take out
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Hold on
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