Read the excerpt from The Mother of America: George Washington is frequently considered the "Father of America." Likewise, his wife, Martha Washington, could also be considered the "Mother of America," as demonstrated by her roles as the general's wife and the first lady.

During the American Revolution, Martha Washington earned the title of "Mother of America" for her caring nature as the general's wife. She was also very brave. Despite the danger of kidnapping, Martha refused to abandon her home, Mount Vernon, in Virginia. When Martha did leave the plantation for periods of time, she traveled to the military camps where Washington was staying. First, Martha had to be vaccinated so that she would not suffer from smallpox. Once she was inoculated, Martha made the risky trip to camp. British and American soldiers roamed the countryside, and capture was a real possibility. Nevertheless, Martha arrived at each winter camp. She acted as confidant and secretary to George Washington, who believed that her presence was crucial. She encouraged the soldiers, helped their wives, and comforted those who were wounded. One of her key roles was also to entertain important visitors to the camp. Occasionally, Martha Washington even represented George at events he could not attend. Martha used her position to contribute to fundraising efforts for military supplies in 1780 and knit socks for the soldiers herself. Overall, her care and attention to others' needs made her the "Mother of America" during the American Revolution.

What evidence does the author use to support the idea that Martha Washington should be considered the "Mother of America"?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream