Drag each item to the correct location on the table. Match each excerpt to the point of view it uses.
While she spoke she turned a silver bracelet round and round her wrist.

She could not go, she said, because there would be a retreat that week in her
convent
(James Joyce, The Dubliners)

One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died.
It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house.
(James Joyce, The Dubliners)

After waiting several days, as the dog Shiro did not return, his master
began to grow anxious. Day after day went by and the good old man
waited in vain.
(Yei Theodora Ozaki, "The Story of the Old Man Who Made
Withering Trees to Flower")

There's no doubt that you can see the bread, you can
even smell it, it smells like yeast, and it looks solid enough,
solid as your own arm. But can you trust it? Can you eat it?
(Margaret Atwood, "Bread")