Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“You sure?” demanded Ted. “I wonder how in thunder they drifted into this here party. I figgered it was all ours.” As they had so little time in which to accomplish their plan every minute was valuable, so, as soon as they had provided for the night, they started out to find some sort of a boat to carry them on their adventure. Now came the crucial moment. He felt in the pocket where he thought he had put the single match that might possibly be the key to his prison, and for a second was sick with fear that he had lost it. But his fingers closed on the precious object and he breathed again..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Where is she?" asked Pledge.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
A faint smile lighted up the features of Mr Lawrence, who slightly moved his head to cast his eyes upon her.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Jeremias wagged his head. “I tell you, there’s something to a boy that has the head to plan like that.” It was a little farther to go home around past Aunt Grenertsen’s, but he didn’t mind that, for it was interesting to watch how the apples grew and to see whether Katrina had gathered any. But day after day everything remained exactly the same. There hung the apples still—the only change being that they grew riper and riper and more tempting. Aunt Grenertsen sat gazing out of her window from behind the plants, and old Katrina, grumpy as ever, stood at the kitchen window peering over the sash curtain, in exactly the same way every day. By this time they had reached the hotel. Farther out rowed the boys. Johnny Blossom boasted of the ships that sailed from the town, of the sea, and of the church tower that was the highest in Scandinavia, and the postmaster’s boys boasted of the wonders of Christiania; and everything was very jolly indeed. They rowed past the big red buoy that lay farthest out—the buoy that is like an immense red pear floating and rocking on the water..
298 people found this
review helpful