Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
The Wopp parlor was seldom entered, except on very special occasions or when Mrs. Wopp with formality and no undue haste dusted the furniture. The room had an air of solemnity and gloom, absent in the cheerful dining-room where the family usually sat. A homemade rag carpet covered the floor. Six slippery, horsehair chairs, one of them a rocker, and a horsehair couch, which did not invite confidence, were ranged stiffly around the sides of the room. In one corner was an ancient organ, wheezy and querulous with neglect, and in another stood a lofty what-not, on whose numerous shelves were deposited the family treasures. Here, was a woolly lamb at one time beloved of Moses; there his tin savings bank. Stiffly upright stood Betty’s wax doll Hannah, seldom played with and then only for a few minutes at a time. Mrs. Wopp was represented by a few shell boxes and a match box of china flanked by a sleek china cat. “Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?” “Cleanin’ up’s next, Mose. Take my device an’ shoo away them hens an’ chickings. Mar’ll be home soon.”.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Immerse yourself in the excitement of live casino games like roulette, blackjack, Teen Patti, and Andar Bahar with real dealers at Super Lotto Lottery. Play now for a truly interactive gaming experience! 🃏🎰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
Join the community of Indian players today and let the fun begin!
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Mrs. Bennett leaned over him without speaking for a minute, but stroked his hair softly. “Remember, with One there is no ‘forever.’ As long as we live we have a chance to retrieve. Rest on that, my child. Now you must sleep.” She kissed him and was silent, for a drop glistened on his cheek she knew he would not wish her to notice. “We’ll have to go and tell Ma,” said Maria. How the missionary box would jingle! How the heathen would sing for joy! While on the Wopp table carrot pudding could become a diurnal felicity! “O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”.
298 people found this
review helpful