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“Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty, her dark brown eyes sparkling with delight, “the flowers can talk to each other across them telfone wires, can’t they?” “So they took up Joner an’ tossed him inter the sea.” Mrs. Wopp, as was usual at the morning meal, appeared with her greyish-red hair tortured with curl papers. After depositing the appetizing breakfast dish on the table she thrust her head out of a window and called lustily, “Come on Moses the perkelater’s perkin’ an’ the bacon’s sizzlin’ on the plate.”.
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"Jump in here, an' let's get fishin'."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
"And warm, I'll bet."
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“Personally, I should be agreeably disposed to requesting Mr. Wopp to officiate,” answered the lady addressed. Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody. With a start and plunge the surprised horses, now thoroughly indignant, set off at a gallop. “I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet..
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