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“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. “Are your going to church?” she asked, disappointment drawing her lips to a tremulous curve. “Yes, yes; take us to the park, papa,” piped one half of the Siamese Twins..
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“This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained.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
“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice.
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A tall, lean, loose-jointed, large-limbed man was enjoying the frosty air and walked briskly humming a gay tune. All at once he found his face upturned to the glorious blue sky and a youthful voice reached his ear, “Did you see the telegraph pole sail over that icy spot?” Then another voice equally youthful, but with a distinct absence of city polish, answered, “Betcher life I seen him, wouldn’t of missed it fer a punkin pie, he’s lookin’ fer gopher holes in the ground yet.” The young dancers in the hall found the change of music decidedly exhilarating, as an occasional whoop testified. “Measles,” Mrs. Bennett pronounced; and though it was a light case, and in a day or so Billy felt as well as ever except his eyes, they were sentenced to a dark room. Before answering, Mr. Wopp solemnly handed Moses first the reins then the dog, after which he slowly and carefully descended himself..
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