Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.” “O mother,” he began, excitedly, and stopped. Only lately had he called her “mother” in his serious moments, and the name gave her pain as well as pleasure, for it was one more announcement of the coming man. CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Who is there?" Little Red Riding-Hood was frightened at first, on hearing the Wolf's gruff voice, but thinking that her grandmother had a cold, she answered,—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
“Not yet,” answered John.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“I guess he didn’t say ‘lick,’ Billy.” “Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented. “Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.” “When I heerd Par swear I run inter the kitchen, an’ there he stood with suthin red orl down his face an’ neck. A ketchup bottle on the shelf above had bust over him an’ I thort it was blood. ‘Ebenezer Wopp,’ I says, ‘whose been tryin’ to arssarssinate yer?’ All he said was ‘By Heck,’ but a forty-horse power gun couldn’t of roared through the kitchen louder ’n them words.”.
298 people found this
review helpful