Read the excerpt from the text On the Oregon Trail Chapter Six, "Oregon at Last." Look at the figurative language in bold.
"Well, it's a bit of a long story, and maybe one day, I will tell you. But, for now, we'd better hurry. I have a feeling Mom is going to want to have a word with me. By the way, remember when you dared me to touch the treaty in the guardhouse? Let's just keep that between us, okay?" A puzzled look came over Ted's face, but he simply shrugged and agreed. The boys ran out through the gates of Fort Laramie and jumped into the back seat of their mom's car. Otis felt complete relief as he buckled his seatbelt. Well, at least until his mother turned around to look at him with fury in her eyes. Otis gulped. His mother's glare was so poisonous in her fury he might need antivenom to survive the car trip home. He reclined against the cushioned car seat, ready for the verbal lashing he was about to get from his mother and couldn't help but appreciate how comfortable his seat was—no more hard rickety wagon rides for him.
Select Otis's mother's perspective of having to wait for him at the museum.
She was angry.
She was happy.
She was patient.
She was relieved.