Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his. Betty, not interested in intricate relationships, tiptoed into the parlor and uncovering the organ, played with one finger “Home Sweet Home.” The wool-embroidered motto on the wall almost wept. “How in the world did you ever sleep through it, Billy?” his mother asked, coming in from the tank-room where she had been to investigate. “There is a small flood there. I should think the first drop would have wakened you.”.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
🌟 Step into the world of possibilities with our Acting Opportunity Luck draw. Let fate guide you towards a future filled with fame and fortune!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
🎁 Claim Your Welcome Bonus at easybet Mobile Login and kickstart your gaming journey with a bang! Sign up now to receive your exclusive offer including a ₹777 no-deposit bonus, 300% first deposit bonus, 88 free spins, and more. Start winning big today!
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Moses capitalized his bulk to effectively fill the large chair into which he sank. He surveyed with approval the new trousers presented to him by Miss Gordon, and tried to blot from his mind the ignominy that had attended the wearing of the ill-fitting pair. Those discarded checked monstrosities languished under Moses’ bed in close consultation with a pair of decrepit and muddy shoes. It was so sweet to the boy to see signs of convalescence in Betty that he took great comfort in just gazing on her pale face with its wisps of fair hair across the forehead. He summed up his general attitude to life by whispering to himself, “I don’t give a doughnut fer orl the check pants in Alberta.” “Never mind Jobie, we want Jethro to win anyway, don’t we?” said Betty, presenting to the turkey her pocket filled with grain. CHAPTER XIV IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE He did laugh, yet was sober again. She was tucking the clothes close about him, preparing to lie down by his side. But he reached his arms out suddenly and flung them around her neck. “O mamma, the awfullest thing in the world next to doing a crime, must be not to have a mother. I must jolly May Nell more. And, mamma—mother, I don’t know why,—” his voice was very low and shy, “why God’s looked out for me so good; but anyway, you’re—you’re the whole bunch!”.
298 people found this
review helpful