1Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.
2She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window at the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes.
3She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.
4At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars passing silently to and fro on it, of the children playing about on the hot deck, and of some young officers' wives who used to try to make her talk to them and laugh at the things she said.
5Principally, she was thinking of what a queer thing it was that at one time one was in India in the blazing sun, and then in the middle of the ocean, and then driving in a strange vehicle through strange streets where the day was as dark as the night. She found this so puzzling that she moved closer to her father.
6"Papa," she said in a low, mysterious little voice which was almost a whisper, "papa."
7"What is it, darling?" Captain Crewe answered, holding her closer and looking down into her face. "What is Sara thinking of?"
8"Is this the place?" Sara whispered, cuddling still closer to him. "Is it, papa?"
9"Yes, little Sara, it is. We have reached it at last." And though she was only seven years old, she knew that he felt sad when he said it.
10It seemed to her many years since he had begun to prepare her mind for "the place," as she always called it. Her mother had died when she was born, so she had never known or missed her. Her young, handsome, rich, petting father seemed to be the only relation she had in the world.
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The author wants to rewrite this story in the first person point of view of Sara.
Which BEST compares and contrasts this change?
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A Instead of just showing events from Sara's point of view, we would be able to know what is going on in other parts of the city as well.Instead of just showing events from Sara's point of view, we would be able to know what is going on in other parts of the city as well.
B Instead of third person pronouns, she would use first person pronouns like I and my.Instead of third person pronouns, she would use first person pronouns like I and my .
C This story is already written from the first person point of view because it tells Sara's story.This story is already written from the first person point of view because it tells Sara's story.
D Instead of third person pronouns, she would use pronouns to address the reader like you and your.
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The best option that compares and contrasts the change to a first person point of view from Sara's perspective is:
B Instead of third person pronouns, she would use first person pronouns like I and my.
This response accurately highlights the key difference in perspective that would occur by shifting from third person narration to first person, focusing on Sara's personal experiences and thoughts.
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