Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
SUPERSTITION Bob’s first feeling was of his own littleness, his unimportance in the face of such magnitude. But this went away as the sun, dropping steadily to the opposite horizon, began to paint the scenes with magic colors. “Come on, Ted, old scout, out with it,” Bob urged the excited boy. “You haven’t said anything yet. You’ve tuned up, now play something!”.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Ah!" murmured Mrs. Dallas, casting a haggard look around. "All is lost."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
"When will the prizes be announced?" she asked breathlessly, as the door clicked in its lock. "Shall we have to wait long?"
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“What’s your grouch?” Jerry asked, seemingly puzzled by Bob’s manner. “Aren’t you going to welcome me home any better than that?” All this time they were striving as hard as they could to turn the boat toward shore. Johnny’s thoughts ran on: "Well, I was thinking of going to visit her myself," rejoined the Wolf, "so I will take this path, and you take the other, and we will see which of us gets there first." Johnny Blossom is not local but universal. Interest in him is not even limited to boys. When the book first appeared, a Norwegian reviewer wrote:.
298 people found this
review helpful