Answer these questions. (a) Why did Bobby think winter was the best month of the year?

(b) Why did Bobby think summer was the best season?

(c) What did he say about autumn?

(d) What did he say about spring?

Story
It was a winter day. The sun was shining, and the sky was blue The first snow of the winter was sparkling on the ground; little Bobby was out in the yard making a snowman. Suddenly he heard his mother calling, "Bobby, come in and eat your lunch." A moment later Bobby appeared in the doorway. His cheeks were red, and he was covered with snow. He shook the snow off his clothes Then he came into the house, took off his boots, mittens and coat, and sat down to eat his lunch. "Winter is the best season of the year," Bobby said to his mothe "There's snow and you can make snowmen and throw snowballs. You can go ice skating, and you can slide on your sled. Then Christmas comes, and there are Christmas presents. I wish we had winter all the time." "Yes," replied Bobby's mother, "winter is a good time of the year." The days passed quickly, and soon it was spring. One Saturday morning in March, Bobby and his mother were driving their car to the supermarket, and Bobby said, "Spring is the best season of the year. The weather is warm, the trees get their leaves again, the grass turns green, and there are pretty flowers everywhere. The days get longer, and I can play outside more. I wish it were spring all the time." "Yes, spring is a good time of the year," said Bobby's mother, Before long it was summertime, and on a warm July day Bobby was sitting on the porch swing beside his mother. "Summer is the best season of the year," said Bobby. "I can go swimming. And I can play football. I don't have to put on heavy clothes he when I go outside, and I can run barefoot on the cool grass. I wish it an were summer all the time.""Yes, summer is a good season of the year," replied his mothe Soon autumn arrived, and one October day Bobby came from school and said to his mother, "Autumn is the best season of the year. The trees are all red and yellow and gold, and the days aren't hot any more. Then there are treats and jack-o'-lanterns on Halloween and turkey on thanksgiving. I wish it were fall all the time." "But, Bobby said his mother, "one time you said that winter was the best season another time you said spring was the best; and still another time you said summer was the best. Now you say that fall is the best season Which season do you really like best?" Bobby thought for a minute, and then he said, "Well, I guess like all four of them best."
• Arther S. Trace