Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Sing something, Mar.” Betty’s plaintive voice broke the silence. “Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud. “Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"I think you ought to use better language, Miss Pat, now that you are going to be a sculptor," said Judith severely, and then broke into open delight. "We'll go, won't we, Elinor? We wouldn't disappoint David, would we? On his birthday, too."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
"On that night?" asked Jen, eagerly.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative. “I might as well tell you all about it, Mrs. Wopp,” confessed Howard. “When I got to town and found the train was almost due, I felt frightfully shy. So I got Ken Judson to put on his boiled shirt and Sunday suit and go to the station. He looked the part, I assure you, much better than I would. He brought Miss Gordon to ‘The Golden West’ where I had recovered sufficiently to speak to her.” “Don’t you think the new teacher is jist lovely Moses, with her big shinin’ blue eyes an’ wavy black hair?” Betty eagerly enquired, “An’ aint her clothes lovely too?” “Thank you Mr. Newman, you’re a prince.”.
298 people found this
review helpful