Answer:
T. J. fools Stacey into giving him his new coat, because it will fit him better. Uncle Hammer is furious, and tells Stacey to let T. J. keep the coat. The day before Christmas, Papa returns from the railroads. That evening, everyone in the family, including L. T., gathers to tell stories. Eventually, L. T. tells the story of a previous Christmas, in 1876, when a gang of white men came to his house and killed his parents. The children are horrified, but Papa wants them to hear about their history. In the middle of the night, Cassie wakes to overhear the adults talking about the boycott of the Wallace store and of the need for someone to give the black community credit so they can shop in Vicksburg. They think of using the farm as collateral, but they don't want to lose their land.
The children are delighted to receive books for Christmas. Stacey and Cassie get books by Alexander Dumas and Christopher-John and Little Man get two volumes of Aesop's fables. The Averies join the Logans for Christmas dinner. Jeremy comes over and gives Stacey a whistle. Stacey doesn't know how to react, and after Jeremy leaves he asks Papa. Papa says there's nothing wrong with friendship, but that friendship with whites usually leads to trouble.
Explanation:
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D. I come to
bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Mark Anthony had said these words to calm the crowd who knew
how close he was with Caesar. He told the crowd that he would not make excuses
for Caesar. Anthony subtly portrayed Brutus and the conspirators of Caesar’s
death as murderers without making it obvious.
Answer
The word ambassador means A. a representative
Explanation:
Here's a write-up on the topic: 'A Day When Everything Went Wrong'.
Explanation:
I woke up that morning, wondering why my alarm hadn't gone off. Just as I was lying in bed, my room looked brighter than usual - I glanced at the watch on my bedside table and it showed 8:30 am, a whole 90 minutes later than when I generally wake up! That meant I had barely 20 minutes to get ready and reach class.
Being late meant quickly washing my face and no breakfast. Once I reached class (hungry, disheveled and ten minutes late), the professor refused to let me in. That was like the icing on the cake. I sat morosely on the steps outside the classroom, waiting for the bell to signal the beginning of the next period, which was the chemistry lab (my favourite). Lo and behold, I opened my bag only to realize I had forgotten to pack my lab coat for the day! That would mean I would be denied entry to the lab too.
I trudged back home, feeling awful. Just as I was about to enter my gate, I tripped on an uneven stone lying on the pavement - and fell flat on my face. That was literally the last straw. Bleeding a little on my forehead, I entered my room and slammed the door, grumbling about the extremely horrid day that I had had and wondering what else was lying in store for me.
