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“They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp. “Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.” “What’s matter’s Gordon?” he enquired anxiously..
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“Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.”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
“This milk happens to be cream. I’ve been wondering what kind of a dessert will take all this.”
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“No, no, mother! This is business for only Bouncer and me.” He caught up the cut handkerchief and called the dog before his mother could hinder. “Find her, Bouncer! Find May Nell! Sic ’em!” he shouted, and set off heedless of his mother’s continued protestations, after the bounding dog. Artful Bess! Billy had treated it all as a huge joke; but now May Nell’s depression, the unfamiliar sound of his right name, the dim room with its shadows and half-suffocating odors,—all conspired to send a sober Billy into the circle of lurid light that came from the two lamps gleaming on either side of dark Bess like angry eyes. “Yes, I seen them an’ smelt them, too; they shore ’d delight the heart of an Eskermo, Betty.” It was a fine summer evening. The whole Wopp family was getting ready to go to a dance, to be held at a ranch some ten miles off. An array of clean clothing was laid out on the different beds and an odor of musk-scented soap pervaded the air..
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