Mock IEO - 2 (Class - III)

The Inter-urban Express Coach is the name of a transportation system operating between

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.

Milan, the East Coast agent of the Inter-urban Express Coach, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr. Gaikward, angry and red, stood on the other side of the counter, trembling with rage. The argument had been long and heated, and at last Mr. Gaikward had talked himself speechless. The cause of the trouble stood on the counter between the two men. It was a soapbox, across the top of which were nailed a number of strips, forming a rough, but serviceable cage. In it, two spotted guinea pigs were greedily eating lettuce leaves.
“Do as you like, then!” shouted Milan, “pay for them and take them, or don’t pay for them and leave them be. Rules are rules, Mister Gaikward, and Milan is not going to be called down for breaking of them.”

What was the reason for the argument?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.

Milan, the East Coast agent of the Inter-urban Express Coach, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr. Gaikward, angry and red, stood on the other side of the counter, trembling with rage. The argument had been long and heated, and at last Mr. Gaikward had talked himself speechless. The cause of the trouble stood on the counter between the two men. It was a soapbox, across the top of which were nailed a number of strips, forming a rough, but serviceable cage. In it, two spotted guinea pigs were greedily eating lettuce leaves.
“Do as you like, then!” shouted Milan, “pay for them and take them, or don’t pay for them and leave them be. Rules are rules, Mister Gaikward, and Milan is not going to be called down for breaking of them.”

How many siblings did Pearcy have?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.
                                 
“Father, I’m going to build a boat.”
“Build a boat! You couldn’t build a boat!”
There was no conviction in the father’s tone.
Puresh Roy, who was satisfied with himself, with all his possessions, and, above all, with his only son, in his heart believed that his son could do anything, just as he believed that he himself could do anything. Pearcy looked like his father. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same sharp nose, the same determined mouth. They both had a quick, eager way of speaking. “What is your plan?” asked Pearcy’s father. “Well, I’m going to build a boat in the barn. I’ll get some wood over at the sawmill. I saw some over there, which looked just right.”
“What kind of a boat?”
“No flat-bottomed punt, I tell you! I want one that will sail. I’ll build her with a keel and a rudder.”
“Have you made a sketch of it?”
“No, only in my own mind.”
“You want a carefully drawn sketch of it. I’ll help you.”

Did Pearcy’s father believe that his son could build a boat?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.
                                 
“Father, I’m going to build a boat.”
“Build a boat! You couldn’t build a boat!”
There was no conviction in the father’s tone.
Puresh Roy, who was satisfied with himself, with all his possessions, and, above all, with his only son, in his heart believed that his son could do anything, just as he believed that he himself could do anything. Pearcy looked like his father. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same sharp nose, the same determined mouth. They both had a quick, eager way of speaking. “What is your plan?” asked Pearcy’s father. “Well, I’m going to build a boat in the barn. I’ll get some wood over at the sawmill. I saw some over there, which looked just right.”
“What kind of a boat?”
“No flat-bottomed punt, I tell you! I want one that will sail. I’ll build her with a keel and a rudder.”
“Have you made a sketch of it?”
“No, only in my own mind.”
“You want a carefully drawn sketch of it. I’ll help you.”

Who was going to assist Pearcy in making the boat?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.
                                 
“Father, I’m going to build a boat.”
“Build a boat! You couldn’t build a boat!”
There was no conviction in the father’s tone.
Puresh Roy, who was satisfied with himself, with all his possessions, and, above all, with his only son, in his heart believed that his son could do anything, just as he believed that he himself could do anything. Pearcy looked like his father. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same sharp nose, the same determined mouth. They both had a quick, eager way of speaking. “What is your plan?” asked Pearcy’s father. “Well, I’m going to build a boat in the barn. I’ll get some wood over at the sawmill. I saw some over there, which looked just right.”
“What kind of a boat?”
“No flat-bottomed punt, I tell you! I want one that will sail. I’ll build her with a keel and a rudder.”
“Have you made a sketch of it?”
“No, only in my own mind.”
“You want a carefully drawn sketch of it. I’ll help you.”

After reading the passage, we know that Milan is

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.

Milan, the East Coast agent of the Inter-urban Express Coach, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr. Gaikward, angry and red, stood on the other side of the counter, trembling with rage. The argument had been long and heated, and at last Mr. Gaikward had talked himself speechless. The cause of the trouble stood on the counter between the two men. It was a soapbox, across the top of which were nailed a number of strips, forming a rough, but serviceable cage. In it, two spotted guinea pigs were greedily eating lettuce leaves.
“Do as you like, then!” shouted Milan, “pay for them and take them, or don’t pay for them and leave them be. Rules are rules, Mister Gaikward, and Milan is not going to be called down for breaking of them.”

Pearcy was going to build a

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.
                                 
“Father, I’m going to build a boat.”
“Build a boat! You couldn’t build a boat!”
There was no conviction in the father’s tone.
Puresh Roy, who was satisfied with himself, with all his possessions, and, above all, with his only son, in his heart believed that his son could do anything, just as he believed that he himself could do anything. Pearcy looked like his father. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same sharp nose, the same determined mouth. They both had a quick, eager way of speaking. “What is your plan?” asked Pearcy’s father. “Well, I’m going to build a boat in the barn. I’ll get some wood over at the sawmill. I saw some over there, which looked just right.”
“What kind of a boat?”
“No flat-bottomed punt, I tell you! I want one that will sail. I’ll build her with a keel and a rudder.”
“Have you made a sketch of it?”
“No, only in my own mind.”
“You want a carefully drawn sketch of it. I’ll help you.”

What was the condition of the box?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the question that follows.

Milan, the East Coast agent of the Inter-urban Express Coach, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr. Gaikward, angry and red, stood on the other side of the counter, trembling with rage. The argument had been long and heated, and at last Mr. Gaikward had talked himself speechless. The cause of the trouble stood on the counter between the two men. It was a soapbox, across the top of which were nailed a number of strips, forming a rough, but serviceable cage. In it, two spotted guinea pigs were greedily eating lettuce leaves.
“Do as you like, then!” shouted Milan, “pay for them and take them, or don’t pay for them and leave them be. Rules are rules, Mister Gaikward, and Milan is not going to be called down for breaking of them.”