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Question
Answer the following question in one or two sentences.
In what ways did Kezia’s grandmother encourage her to get to know her father better?
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Solution
Kezia’s grandmother encouraged her to get to know her father better by sending her to the drawing room to talk to her parents on Sundays. She also suggested Kezia to make a pin cushion out of a beautiful piece of yellow silk as a gift for her father’s birthday.
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