In an ecosystem, Primary consumers eat plants, Secondary consumers eat primary consumers, Tertiary consumers eat secondary consumers. What can be concluded from this information

Third-person omniscient narrators are likely to be reliable because they're impersonal and know everything about the story they don't care enough about the characters to lie none of the above both "a" and "b"

Now you will do a special kind of problem. you will use the blue boxes below to put events of the story "the baby-sitter" in correct order. each blue box has seven sentences inside it. click the first blue box until you see the first thing that happened in the story. then go on to the next box and the next thing that happened. the last thing that happened should be in the last box. you may need to look back at the story to you remember. if you change your mind at any time while you are working the problem, you can return to a box and click to find a different sentence. when you are all finished, you will be able to read down the list of sentences and see all seven events from the story in the right order. mary jo began to read the alphabet book. mary jo couldn't move. mother asked mary jo to baby-sit. jimmy was very quiet. he had fallen asleep. jimmy to read the book. mother said, "you are a very good baby-sitter." mother picked up sleeping jimmy.

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