I could use some help if possible. I will give branliest to whoever gets it right
I silently counted on my fingers: twenty-eight days until the end of September, then on into October until the first frost. Frost always killed fever. Mr. Carris said it drained the poison from the air. The Ludingtons' were sounding better. Slopping pigs couldn't be that much harder than serving in the front room, and it would be better than falling ill or dying. I'd be there over harvest. They would make me work in the fields and feed me bread and water. But I wouldn't get sick.
Which three thoughts and feelings do we learn about the narrator? Pick Three Answers
She enjoys farm work.
She would like to leave the city before it is too late.
