Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Shame on you Moses, rampagin’ an’ bellerin’ there like a gang of coyotes,” remonstrated his mother. After supper, Betty was sought diligently, but without success. At last Moses discovered her underneath the huge red tablecloth that covered the dining-room table. She was sound asleep on the floor with Jethro in her arms and his head on her bosom. Her face was smeared with tear-stains. What matter if the telegraph poles that were to be just twelve feet—that is, twelve inches—fell short or long sometimes..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
✨ Transform your English language skills in Class 9 with our innovative Bridge Course! 📝 Bridge the gap seamlessly, enhance your proficiency, and excel academically. Join us on a journey towards linguistic mastery and academic success! 🚀🔍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
🃏 Get ready for a card game marathon at Winbuzz 247! Play Poker, Rummy, and more with friends and challengers from across the country.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “Don’t care a doughnut,” answered Moses defiantly, “I’d ruther turn the washin’ machine any day than stand like a goose spellin’ words any arss can spell.” “So they took up Joner an’ tossed him inter the sea.” “Betty Wopp,” she exclaimed, “you couldn’t be no wetter ef you’d fell in the big slough. Come on to the house an’ change yer clothes. St. Elmo ’ll need warshin’, too, I reckon.”.
298 people found this
review helpful