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“Anyhow, Mar, that fust punkin pie Par got was a howlin’ success.” The whistle shrilled up the narrow valley, echoing back and forth from the steep green hills that bounded it. “Ebenezer Wopp, I’ve tarlked to you till I’m black in the face, but it’s jist wastin’ valyble breath. Yer brains is allers wool-gatherin’. The hammer’s in yer hip-pocket.”.
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“What’s the matter with Billy To-morrow? He’s thirteen! Three and ten! Most a man! He’s all right!”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
And that night after school, when May Nell’s little wardrobe was all packed,—not without a slight baptism of Edith’s tears,—and waiting for the morning train, Mr. Smith came in and put a ceremonious looking document into Billy’s hand.
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“This isn’t so bad,” he continued, as he led her into a sunny upper chamber that looked on the mountain in the rear. “And it’ll be all over in a day or so; you’ll see your father,—on the square you will, little kid. Do you think you’ll scream? You’d better not.” He put his hand under her chin to lift her face, and she was glad he wore gloves. Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly. “Have you been to the show this week, Miss Gordon?” He turned from the fire and stood with his back to the cheerful blaze. Vigorously cleaning up the still bewildered victim, Mrs. Wopp hurled fresh orders..
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