“Moses! Betty! Time fer school!” called Mrs. Wopp. Betty, satisfied that after Moses’ frenzied ministrations she was quite presentable, hastened into the house. Moses fled into the yard where he became very active splitting wood, his guilty conscience adding efficiency to his arm.,
“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”,
“Orl right, Mar,” answered Moses, dutifully, his mouth watering in anticipation of the goodies in prospect..
This app may share these data types with third
parties
Device or other IDs
This app may collect these data types
Location, Personal info and
9 others
Data is encrypted in transit
You can request that data be deleted