Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Enjoying the spectacle, Henry the pet rooster stood on the rail-fence crowing lustily in chanticleer derision. “But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for The man faced her abruptly. “The devil he knows!”.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"She's out on the bay," answered the father and lapsed again into brooding silence.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
"Gollies!" ejaculated Billy. "It's a hog. I thought, first off, it was a bear."
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Fight gleamed in the big man’s eye, and for the breath of an instant he hesitated. “I wonder who’ll buy this here quilt,” speculated Mrs. Wopp, as she bent over her task, “there’s shorely a great sight o’ work on it. As fer me, I aint got time to do much fancy work an’ I’d never git round to a job like this fer myself.” “Gosh! My throat feels like I’d been garglin’ with a bumble bee,” he exclaimed. Greatly refreshed, he did full justice to the difficult roles of combined driver and audience. Jethro, delighted with the new game, tore madly round the yard, barking shrilly and demanding more speed. But Job, running sadly corner-wise, was destined from the start for a losing race. “Never mind, Mosey, we’ll tell Miss Gordon. She’ll give them sulphur an’ brimstone to-morrer.”.
298 people found this
review helpful