Which three lines in this excerpt from Anita Desai's "Games at Twilight clearly show an omniscient narrator? They faced the afternoon. It was too hot. Too bright. The white walls of the veranda glared stridently in the sun. The bougainvillea hung about it,
purple and magenta, in livid balloons. The garden outside was like a tray made of beaten brass, flattened out on the red gravel and the stony
soil in all shades of metal-aluminum, tin, copper, and brass. No life stirred at this arid time of day-the birds still drooped, like dead fruit, in the
papery tents of the trees; some squirrels lay limp on the wet earth under the garden tap. The outdoor dog lay stretched as if dead on the
veranda mat, his paws and ears and tail all reaching out like dying travelers in search of water. He rolled his eyes at the children-two white
marbles rolling in the purple sockets, begging for sympathy-and attempted to lift his tail in a wag but could not. It only twitched and lay still.
Then, perhaps roused by the shrieks of the children, a band of parrots suddenly fell out of the eucalyptus tree, tumbled frantically in the still,
sizzling air, then sorted themselves out into battle formation and streaked away across the white sky.
The children, too, felt released. They too began tumbling shoving, pushing against each other, frantic to start. Start what? Start their business.
The business of the children's day which is--play.