CHAPTER XII While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and almost always in tears; and her brother shut himself up among books that he never opened--wearying, I guessed, with a...
Chapter XIX. TWO or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we put in the time. It was a monstrous big river...
hello and welcome to the first episode of the project B.A.R.K.S. ! I already know what you're thinking but what the hell it means B.A.R.K.S. project ? an acronym that does so much young...