The bell had already rung when I reached the school. the teacher was in the classroom . I sought permission to enter. the teacher wore a frown on her face, but she let me enter and told me to see her in teachers' room, after the class. Her tone was not of annoyance or anger. Yet an unknown fear made me nervous. Reassuring myself that she was a kind-hearted teacher and would not punish me, I reached the teachers room with hesitant steps. The teacher greeted me with a smile and asked me to sit by her side. Her tender tone turned my sighs into sobs. She pulled her chair close to mine and patting me on the head, said, "What makes you cry, my child? I haven't said a word to you." After a brief pause, she continued, "Tell me what your trouble is. Confide in me, for am I not like a sister to you?" A rare thrill ran through my entire frame. For a moment I felt I should cling to her and cry and cry. Of course, I did not do so, but I kept gazing at her with tearful eyes. question no.1. read the following passage and answer the questions. Give reason.