Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Well, papa did. If he was alive he’d be giving it to me about now, good and plenty.” “Lan’ sakes, here’s friend neighbor,” exclaimed Mrs. Wopp entering the room from the kitchen, “yer jist in time to help this here pore overworked teacher with some papers she brung home from the school.” “Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Oh no Betty,” Moses tones were of an elder-brotherly authority, “yer li’l han’s aint meant fer sich servitood. I’d not stan’ by an’ see you do that.” With all his teasing at times, Moses adored his little foster-sister. He idealized her, and as Mrs. Wopp had often remarked, whenever Betty left his presence he saw her ascend into heaven in a “Whirlwin’ of fire, an’ go-cart of flame.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
“Now then,
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Moses was whistling a dismal discordant air in the backyard when the voice of his mother smote his ears. “Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat. “Mother,” he resumed, “I know I must freeze to some sort of business, and that mighty soon, too. But a preacher—why, he can’t be like anybody. He never has any fun.” CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE.
298 people found this
review helpful