Everywhere I looked I saw mountains of rare goods piled high. Bales of silk and tobacco. Chests of tea! A parrot! A monkey! Oh yes, the smell of the sea was intoxicating to one who knew little more than the smell of the trim cut lawns and the files of the Barrington School.

Excerpts from The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, copyright © 1990 by Avi. Used by permission of Brandt and Hochman Literary Agents, Inc. All rights reserved.

What is Charlotte’s mood in the passage?
angry
nervous
excited
confused