Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Mother put him down on the sofa and washed his hot, tear-stained face. Some time after he exclaimed, “Mother.” “Good day, John! Now this is very kind of you to come to me, away out here.” CHAPTER V The Red Buoy.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Mona, do you think Elise is right? she is so very positive; are you sure heliotrope is the correct shade to go with this?" Or—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
A very faint smile crosses Sir Nicholas's lips.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“Oh, John! My boy!” called Mother from the dining-room window. He was just sick and tired of seeing those apples in that good-for-nothing garden. Good-for-nothing it certainly was, and very, very old. There was only one apple tree besides the one Johnny was so interested in, but its fruit could scarcely be called apples at all. He would call them croquet balls—such hard green things as they were—hard as rocks. Of course if any of them were on the ground, he bit into them. In fact, he had eaten a good many of them first and last, but they were horrid things, anyway. “Know anything else?” demanded the Chief as the engine rocked crazily on the narrow gauge track, and when Bob shook his head, asked, “How did you get over?” “No,” Bob gasped. “Mig—Miguel got away!”.
298 people found this
review helpful