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“Look out! She’s ten, an’ never been to school; but she’s read more things ’n you ’n me put together, Pretty. Knows ’em, too.” Billy introduced the two in characteristic fashion and went within. “Aint Miss Gordon a lovely dancer?” she interrogated, “and aint she lovely herself? I’ve been watollin’ you an’ her dance all evenin’. Moses says he’s almost wore out one eye lookin’ at you both. He says he don’t go in strong fer teachers, but he thinks Miss Gordon is worth an eyestrain anyways.” Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties..
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"I am neither for nor against," replied Jen, enigmatically. "As I said before, let the girl marry who she loves best."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
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Patricia gave her a brief outline of the class and its chief characters, as far as she had observed, dwelling on Miss Green with great satisfaction.
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“Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.” While Betty, mounted on a bench in the shed, was getting down her watering-can, Job, who during the afternoon had searched diligently but vainly for her, rounded the corner of the garden fence. He noted the open gate and sped towards it. As he entered the garden his eye fell on St. Elmo who stood absorbed and expectant. The turkey, his odd corner-wise gait accentuated by his anxiety of mind, rushed towards the child who at first did not notice his approach. But presently, turning around, St. Elmo beheld an apparently formidable assailant which by the most powerful flight of imagination could not be mistaken for a fairy. All escape by way of the gate was shut off by the intruder. St. Elmo’s plump legs, bare above his low socks, twinkled as he ran wildly towards the foot of the garden. “Perhaps this is Nancy’s way of playing,” he thought. “Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp..
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