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Test Bank For Intermediate Algebra Concepts and Applications 10Th Edition Bittinger Ellenbogen Johnson 9780134497174 Full Chapter PDF
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MULTIPLE CHOICE. Choose the one alternative that best completes the statement or answers the question.
1) D
A) (3, 3)
B) (5, 3)
C) (3, 5)
D) (5, 5)
Answer: C
2) C
A) (0, 2)
B) (2, 0)
C) (0, 1)
D) (2, 2)
Answer: A
1
3) G
A) (0, -3)
B) (3, 0)
C) (0, 3)
D) (-3, 0)
Answer: D
4) B
A) (-4, 3)
B) (3, -4)
C) (4, -3)
D) (-3, 4)
Answer: D
5) L
A) (4, -5)
B) (-5, 4)
C) (5, -4)
D) (-4, 5)
Answer: A
6) I
A) (-4, -5) B) (4, -5)
C) (-5, -4) D)
(-5, 4)
Answer: C
SHORT ANSWER. Write the word or phrase that best completes each statement or answers the question.
2
3
4
12) A(- , -3), B(-6, 5)
5
6
Use the ordered pairs to form the vertices of a figure. Then find the area of the figure.
15) (-3, 2), (-2, 2), (-2, 3), (2, 3), (2, -5), (-3, -5)
Answer:
Answer:
7
Area is 53 sq. units.
MULTIPLE CHOICE. Choose the one alternative that best completes the statement or answers the question.
21) -2,3
5 8
A) Quadrant III B) Quadrant I
8
C) Quadrant II
D) Quadrant IV
Answer: C
22) -4,-1
5 2
A) Quadrant I
B) Quadrant III
C) Quadrant IV D) Quadrant II Answer: B
4-5
23) ,
7 6
A) Quadrant I
B) Quadrant II
C) Quadrant IV
D) Quadrant III
Answer: C
Determine if the ordered pair is a solution of the equation. Remember to use alphabetical order for
substitution.
24) (5, 7); x + y = 12
A) No
B) Yes
Answer: B
B) No
Answer: A
9
A) No
B) Yes
Answer: A
7
30) 8 0, ; 2x + 8y = 10
A) No B) Yes
Answer: A
Graph.
10
11
D)
Answer: A
B)
12
Answer: D
13
14
D)
Answer: B
15
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Language: English
NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1910
THE CARAVANERS
CHAPTER I
I N JUNE this year there were a few fine days, and we supposed the
summer had really come at last. The effect was to make us feel our flat
(which is really a very nice, well-planned one on the second floor at the
corner overlooking the cemetery, and not at all stuffy) but a dull place after
all, and think with something like longing of the country. It was the year of
the fifth anniversary of our wedding, and having decided to mark the
occasion by a trip abroad in the proper holiday season of August we could
not afford, neither did we desire, to spend money on trips into the country in
June. My wife, therefore, suggested that we should devote a few afternoons
to a series of short excursions within a radius of, say, from five to ten miles
round our town, and visit one after the other those of our acquaintances who
live near enough to Storchwerder and farm their own estates. “In this way,”
said she, “we shall get much fresh air at little cost.”
After a time I agreed. Not immediately, of course, for a reasonable man
will take care to consider the suggestions made by his wife from every point
of view before consenting to follow them or allowing her to follow them.
Women do not reason: they have instincts; and instincts would land them in
strange places sometimes if it were not that their husbands are there to
illuminate the path for them and behave, if one may so express it, as a kind
of guiding and very clever glow-worm. As for those who have not succeeded
in getting husbands, the flotsam and jetsam, so to speak, of their sex, all I
can say is, God help them.
There was nothing, however, to be advanced against Edelgard’s idea in
this case; on the contrary, there was much to commend it. We should get
fresh air; we should be fed (well fed, and, if we chose, to excess, but of
course we know how to be reasonable); and we should pay nothing. As
Major of the artillery regiment stationed at Storchwerder I am obliged
anyhow to keep a couple of horses (they are fed at the cost of the regiment),
and I also in the natural order of things have one of the men of my battalion
in my flat as servant and coachman, who costs me little more than his keep
and may not give me notice. All, then, that was wanting was a vehicle, and
we could, as Edelgard pointed out, easily borrow our Colonel’s wagonette
for a few afternoons, so there was our equipage complete, and without
spending a penny.
The estates round Storchwerder are big and we found on counting up that
five calls would cover the entire circle of our country acquaintance. There
might have been a sixth, but for reasons with which I entirely concurred my
dear wife did not choose to include it. Lines have to be drawn, and I do not
think an altogether bad definition of a gentleman or a lady would be one who
draws them. Indeed, Edelgard was in some doubt as to whether there should
be even five, a member of the five (not in this case actually the land-owner
but the brother of the widowed lady owning it, who lives with her and looks
after her interests) being a person we neither of us can care much about,
because he is not only unsound politically, with a decided leaning
disgraceful in a man of his birth and which he hardly takes any trouble to
hide toward those views the middle classes and Socialist sort of people call
(God save the mark!) enlightened, but he is also either unable or unwilling—
Edelgard and I could never make up our minds which—to keep his sister in
order. Yet to keep the woman one is responsible for in order whether she be
sister, or wife, or mother, or daughter, or even under certain favourable
conditions aunt (a difficult race sometimes, as may be seen by the case of
Edelgard’s Aunt Bockhügel, of whom perhaps more later) is really quite
easy. It is only a question of beginning in time, as you mean to go on in fact,
and of being especially firm whenever you feel internally least so. It is so
easy that I never could understand the difficulty. It is so easy that when my
wife at this point brought me my eleven o’clock bread and ham and butter
and interrupted me by looking over my shoulder, I smiled up at her, my
thoughts still running on this theme, and taking the hand that put down the
plate said, “Is it not, dear wife?”
“Is what not?” she asked—rather stupidly I thought, for she had read
what I had written to the end; then without giving me time to reply she said,
“Are you not going to write the story of our experiences in England after all,
Otto?”
“Certainly,” said I.
“To lend round among our relations next winter?”
“Certainly,” said I.
“Then had you not better begin?”
“Dear wife,” said I, “it is what I am doing.”
“Then,” said she, “do not waste time going off the rails.”
And sitting down in the window she resumed her work of enlarging the
armholes of my shirts.
This, I may remark, was tartness. Before she went to England she was
never tart. However, let me continue.
I wonder what she means by rails. (I shall revise all this, of course, and
no doubt will strike out portions) I wonder if she means I ought to begin
with my name and address. It seems unnecessary, for I am naturally as well
known to persons in Storchwerder as the postman. On the other hand this is
my first attempt (which explains why I wonder at all what Edelgard may or
may not mean, beginners doing well, I suppose, to be humble) at what poetic
and literary and other persons of bad form call, I believe, wooing the Muse.
What an expression! And I wonder what Muse. I would like to ask Edelgard
whether she—but no, it would almost seem as if I were seeking her advice,
which is a reversing of the proper relative positions of husband and wife. So
at this point, instead of adopting a course so easily disastrous, I turned my
head and said quietly:
“Dear wife, our English experiences did begin with our visits to the
neighbours. If it had not been for those visits we would probably not last
summer have seen Frau von Eckthum at all, and if we had not come within
reach of her persuasive tongue we would have gone on our silver wedding
journey to Italy or Switzerland, as we had so often planned, and left that
accursed island across the Channel alone.”
I paused; and as Edelgard said nothing, which is what she says when she
is unconvinced, I continued with the patience I always show her up to the
point at which it would become weakness, to explain the difference between
the exact and thorough methods of men, their liking for going to the root of a
matter and beginning at the real beginning, and the jumping tendencies of
women, who jump to things such as conclusions without paying the least
heed to all the important places they have passed over while they were, so to
speak, in the air.
“But we get there first,” said Edelgard.
I frowned a little. A few months ago—before, that is, our time on British
soil—she would not have made such a retort. She used never to retort, and
the harmony of our wedded life was consequently unclouded. I think she
saw me frown but she took no notice—another novelty in her behaviour; so,
after waiting a moment, I determined to continue the narrative.
But before I go straight on with it I should like to explain why we, an
officer and his wife who naturally do not like spending money, should have
contemplated so costly a holiday as a trip abroad. The fact is, for a long time
past we had made up our minds to do so in the fifth year of our marriage,
and for the following reason: Before I married Edelgard I had been a
widower for one year, and before being a widower I was married for no
fewer than nineteen years. This sounds as though I must be old, but I need
not tell my readers who see me constantly that I am not. The best of all
witnesses are the eyes; also, I began my marrying unusually young. My first
wife was one of the Mecklenburg Lunewitzes, the elder (and infinitely
superior) branch. If she had lived, I would last year have been celebrating
our silver wedding on August 1st, and there would have been much feasting
and merry-making arranged for us, and many acceptable gifts in silver from
our relations, friends, and acquaintances. The regiment would have been
obliged to recognize it, and perhaps our two servants would have clubbed
together and expressed their devotion in a metal form. All this I feel I have
missed, and through no fault of my own. I fail to see why I should be
deprived of every benefit of such a celebration, for have I not, with an
interruption of twelve months forced upon me, been actually married
twenty-five years? And why, because my poor Marie-Luise was unable to go
on living, should I have to attain to the very high number of (practically) five
and twenty years’ matrimony without the least notice being taken of it? I had
been explaining this to Edelgard for a long time, and the nearer the date
drew on which in the natural order of things I would have been reaping a
silver harvest and have been put in a position to gauge the esteem in which I
was held, the more emphatic did I become. Edelgard seemed at first unable
to understand, but she was very teachable, and gradually found my logic
irresistible. Indeed, once she grasped the point she was even more strongly
of opinion than I was that something ought to be done to mark the occasion,
and quite saw that if Marie-Luise failed me it was not my fault, and that I at
least had done my part and gone on steadily being married ever since. From
recognizing this to being indignant that our friends would probably take no
notice of the anniversary was but, for her, a step; and many were the talks we
had together on the subject, and many the suggestions we both of us made
for bringing our friends round to our point of view. We finally decided that,
however much they might ignore it, we ourselves would do what was right,
and accordingly we planned a silver-honeymoon trip to the land proper to
romance, Italy, beginning it on the first of August, which was the date of my
marriage twenty-five years before with Marie-Luise.
I have gone into this matter at some length because I wished to explain
clearly to those of our relations who will have this lent to them why we
undertook a journey so, in the ordinary course of things, extravagant; and
having, I hope, done this satisfactorily, will now proceed with the narrative.
We borrowed the Colonel’s wagonette; I wrote five letters announcing
our visit and asking (a mere formality, of course) if it would be agreeable;
the answers arrived assuring us in every tone of well-bred enthusiasm that it
would; I donned my parade uniform; Edelgard put on her new summer
finery; we gave careful instructions to Clothilde, our cook, helping her to
carry them out by locking everything up; and off we started in holiday
spirits, driven by my orderly, Hermann, and watched by the whole street.
At each house we were received with becoming hospitality. They were all
families of our own standing, members of that chivalrous, God-fearing and
well-born band that upholds the best traditions of the Fatherland and gathers
in spirit if not (owing to circumstances) in body, like a protecting phalanx
around our Emperor’s throne. First we had coffee and cakes and a variety of
sandwiches (at one of the houses there were no sandwiches, only cakes, and
we both discussed this unaccountable omission during the drive home); then
I was taken to view the pigs by our host, or the cows, or whatever happened
to be his special pride, but in four cases out of the five it was pigs, and while
I was away Edelgard sat on the lawn or the terrace or wherever the family
usually sat (only one had a terrace) and conversed on subjects interesting to
women-folk, such as Clothilde and Hermann and I know not what; then,
after having thoroughly exhausted the pigs and been in my turn thoroughly
exhausted by them, for naturally a Prussian officer on active service cannot
be expected to take the same interest in these creatures so long as they are
raw as a man does who devotes his life to them, we rejoined the ladies and
strolled in the lighter talk suited to our listeners about the grounds,
endeavouring with our handkerchiefs to drive away the mosquitoes, till
summoned to supper; and after supper, which usually consisted of one
excellent hot dish and a variety of cold ones, preceded by bouillon in cups
and followed by some elegant sweet and beautiful fruit (except at Frau von
Eckthum’s, our local young widow’s, where it was a regular dinner of six or
seven courses, she being what is known as ultra-modern, her sister having
married an Englishman), after supper, I repeat, having sat a while smoking
on the lawn or terrace drinking coffee and liqueurs and secretly
congratulating ourselves on not having in our town to live with so many and
such hungry mosquitoes, we took our leave and drove back to Storchwerder,
refreshed always and sometimes pleased as well.
The last of these visits was to Frau von Eckthum and her brother Graf
Flitz von Flitzburg, who, as is well known, being himself unmarried, lives
with her and looks after the estate left by the deceased Eckthum, thereby
stepping into shoes so comfortable that they may more properly be spoken of
as slippers. All had gone well up to that, nor was I conscious till much later
that that had not gone well too; for only on looking back do we see the
distance we have come and the way in which the road, at first so promising,
led us before we knew where we were into a wilderness plentiful in stones.
During our first four visits we had naturally talked about our plan to take a
trip in August in Italy. Our friends, obviously surprised, and with the
expression on their faces that has its source in thoughts of legacies, first
enthusiastically applauded and then pointed out that it would be hot. August,
they said, would be an impossible month in Italy: go where we would we
should not meet a single German. This had not struck us before, and after
our first disappointment we willingly listened to their advice rather to choose
Switzerland, with its excellent hotels and crowds of our countrymen. Several
times in the course of these conversations did we try to explain the
honeymoon nature of the journey, but were met with so much of what I
strongly suspect to have been wilful obtuseness that to our chagrin we began
to see there was probably nothing to be done. Edelgard said she wished it
would occur to them if, owing to the unusual circumstances, they did not
intend to give us actual ash-trays and match-boxes, to join together in
defraying the cost of the wedding journey of such respectable silver-
honeymooners; but I do not think that at any time they had the least intention
of doing anything at all for us—on the contrary, they made us quite uneasy
by the sums they declared we would have to disburse; and on our last visit
(to Frau von Eckthum) happening to bewail the amount of good German
money that was going to be dragged out of us by the rascally Swiss, she
(Frau von Eckthum) said, “Why not come to England?”
At the moment I was so much engaged mentally reprobating the way in
which she was lying back in a low garden chair with one foot crossed over
the other and both feet encased in such thin stockings that they might just as
well not have been stockings at all, that I did not immediately notice the
otherwise striking expression, “Come.” “Go” would of course have been the
usual and expected form; but the substitution, I repeat, escaped me at the
moment because of my attention being otherwise engaged. I never