My grandfather, who lost his short-term memory sometime during the first eisenhower administration, calls me into his study because he wants to tell me the story he’s never told anybody before again. . my grandfather slams the door and motions me to the chair in front of his desk. i’ll be thirteen in two weeks. “there’s something i want to tell you, son,” he says. “something i’ve never told anybody. you think you’re ready? you think you’ve got the gumption? ” “i think so.” “think so? ” “i know so, sir. i know i’ve got the gumption.” . . “it was late,” he says. “someone knocked on my stateroom door. i leaped up. in those days i slept in uniform—shoes, too.” my grandfather smiles. his face is so perfectly round that his smile looks like a gash in a basketball. i smile back. “don’t smile,” he says. “just because i’m smiling, don’t assume i couldn’t kill you right now. know that about a man.” source: orner, peter. “the raft.” the atlantic online. the atlantic monthly company, apr. 2000. web. 10 may 2011.

which point of view does the text use?
a. third-person limited
b. third-person omniscient
c. second-person
d. first-person

"the children's hour" by henry wadsworth longfellow between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the children's hour. i hear in the chamber above me the patter of little feet, the sound of a door that is opened, and voices soft and sweet. from my study i see in the lamplight, descending the broad hall stair, grave alice, and laughing allegra, and edith with golden hair. a whisper, and then a silence: yet i know by their merry eyes they are plotting and planning together to take me by surprise. a sudden rush from the stairway, a sudden raid from the hall! by three doors left unguarded they enter my castle wall! they climb up into my turret o'er the arms and back of my chair; if i try to escape, they surround me; they seem to be everywhere. they almost devour me with kisses, their arms about me entwine, till i think of the bishop of bingen in his mouse-tower on the rhine! do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, because you have scaled the wall, such an old mustache as i am is not a match for you all! i have you fast in my fortress, and will not let you depart, but put you down into the dungeon in the round-tower of my heart. and there will i keep you forever, yes, forever and a day, till the walls shall crumble to ruin, and moulder in dust away! which literary device does longfellow use most frequently in the poem? a. simile b. metaphor c. repetition d. personification