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“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.” Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician. “Land O’ Goshen! Ye’ve a peck of nails in the wall orlready. You couldn’t add two an’ two without wrappin’ up yer thumb an’ countin’ what’s left,” remonstrated Mrs. Wopp..
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It was all terrible,—this young man coming and the thought that, no matter how they might try to disbelieve in his story, still it might be true.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
"But you couldn't fondle a pig on your knees," says Mona, who is growing every minute more and more mixed.
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“Don’t, mother! Mother, don’t come in here! Don’t come in the same room with me,—I’m not fit for— O mother, I’ve hurt Jimmy for life!” “And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.” “Open window.” So a little church had been built there. The four walls of peeled logs carefully chinked with plaster were now grey and weathered. Inside of the building the red-draped altar, pulpit and reading-desk occupied at least one-third of the available space. There were pews to seat a score of people and behind these was a large heater. The uneven walls were whitewashed. In the windows, three on each side, were alternate blue and white panes of glass..
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