Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Yeh, we went to the shootin’ gallery, an’ the amuseum, an’ got inter a little square cage an’ shot away up to the top of an orful high buildin’ an’ got a sparrer’s eye view of the city.” When the house was reached, Eliza Wopp was standing, an effective barricade, at the door, waving her large hands in a gesture indicative of dismay. Moses stoically told his tale of assault. That night when Mrs. Bennett went into the Fo’castle there was an unusual note in Billy’s voice..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“The Greasers making a stand, I reckon,” was Ted Hoyt’s comment. “Probably a regular battle.”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
“You can just bet your boots I am,” returned Ted, holding out his hand. Bob shook it warmly.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
A chill as from an ice field swept over Billy. His heart seemed to fall down, down, as far as his shoes. He noticed that things looked darker, and his head felt light and queer. Another fear assailed him; would he, too, collapse, leave the little girls alone with the terror of two senseless boys? The Queen of Sheba in gypsy dress, and her harum-scarum train buzzing with gossip and exclamation, flocked in. Bess looked magnificent in a mass of draperies that included every Oriental thing to be found in several families. St. Elmo’s face brightened with intelligence. He broke into the story to give a graphic account of how a little yellow chicken of his sister’s had got “dwownded” in the pig-trough. “Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty..
298 people found this
review helpful