Read the excerpt from "the yellow wallpaper."

the front pattern does move—and no wonder! the woman behind shakes it!
sometimes i think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over.
then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.
and she is all the time trying to climb through. but nobody could climb through that pattern—it strangles so; i think that is why it has so many heads.
they get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down, and makes their eyes white!
if those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.
i think that woman gets out in the daytime!
and i’ll tell you why—privately—i’ve seen her!
i can see her out of every one of my windows!
it is the same woman, i know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.
i see her on that long road under the trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes she hides under the blackberry vines.
i don’t blame her a bit. it must be very humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight!

whom does the narrator see hiding in the wallpaper?

"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