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“Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.” Mrs. Wopp, as was usual at the morning meal, appeared with her greyish-red hair tortured with curl papers. After depositing the appetizing breakfast dish on the table she thrust her head out of a window and called lustily, “Come on Moses the perkelater’s perkin’ an’ the bacon’s sizzlin’ on the plate.” The child was “boiling inside,” yet she believed Bouncer’s life depended on her obedience. And anyway, Billy would come in a minute. Oh, why wasn’t he there now!.
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"Good idea," agreed his neighbor. "Here, you best set down and have a cup of coffee and I'll saddle him, myself."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
The boys gazed at each other and Maurice's chuckle echoed Billy's, although it was raspy and hoarse.
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“I got an orful cold, goin’ in an’ out so orften,” he complained. “He was a real little cat Moses, wasn’t he? And you—you must be Pharaoh’s son instead of daughter.” The child laughed and clapped her hands. “Never mind, Mrs. Wopp,” said Nell pleasantly, “he is a perfect gentleman in manners and he wasn’t drinking or gambling when I saw him. May I have a little more of your beautifully cooked meat?” “They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp..
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