Historical Context and Conflict in Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy, Part 1 Answers

Which details of daily life in coastal Maine hint that the story takes place in a past era? Select two answers.

Read the excerpts from Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.Excerpt 1:Turner shifted the pail of clams to his other hand, and they followed the curve of the beach past the schoolhouse—the trimmest building on the island—past more shingled one-room homes . . .Excerpt 2:"We tried educating them. We built a school and hired a teacher, all at the town's expense. But that didn't do a single bit of good. . . . There will be those in town who insist that we should keep the school up, that we should spend even more money than we have from the town treasury on other schemes well-intentioned but foolish.”

At which point does the author develop the conflict between the people of Phippsburg and those of Malaga Island in Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy?

At the end of Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy, why does Reverend Buckminster side with the Phippsburg townspeople against the people of Malaga Island?

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Read the excerpt from Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.[Mr. Stonecrop] draped his arm around Turner's shoulders and drew him in, into his strength and power and presence. Turner felt as if he were moving in close to a mountain. But when he looked up into Mr. Stonecrop's face, he shuddered. Mr. Stonecrop was laughing, and his mouth was pulled into a grin, but his eyes were as dead as marbles, almost as if there were nothing behind them. He was like someone out of a ghost story, and Turner tried to draw away.

Read this description of Phippsburg from Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.So [Turner] went on toward the sea. He passed the yellow-shuttered house, half wishing that Mrs. Hurd were on the porch. He passed the picket fence of Mrs. Cobb's, steering as clear of it as if it were the wall of Jericho about to fall. He kept his face to the sea breeze as the line of white houses at the end of Parker Head sputtered, revived in a solid row, and finally gave out and let the road twist by itself up into cedars.Turner held himself to a slow walk, his hands politely out of his pockets. (Who knew if Mrs. Cobb might still be watching him from some murky spot where dark things lurked?) But as he climbed into the thicket of trees and the air grew cooler, and as the road thinned to a path, and as the cedars gave way to birches, then aspens, then pines, Turner felt as though he were taking off the black robes that enveloped his father.