A Tessa had never picked so many peaches in her life. Her hands hurt from pulling, her shoulders hurt from
reaching, and her legs hurt from climbing up and down the ladder. In all, she lugged fourteen bushel
baskets of peaches up the dirt trail to her back porch. The orchard was all she had left these days, besides
her old dog Roy. But Roy wasn't much company anymore; he spent most days under the porch. Tessa
stood at the kitchen sink and splashed cool water on her face. She gazed out at the orchard and
remembered a time when it had echoed with the laughter of rough-and-tumble boys, falling over one
another to get the first peach of the season.
1. What is the overall tone of passage?
2. List evidence from passage A that suggest its tone.