A search of WhitePages.com found that the number was an unpublished landline number originating from Lakewood, California.
Cousin Jack agreed to this, and in a moment the car swung into the main street of Lakewood.
In the vicinity of Lakewood we held revival services, and preached every night to a crowded house for over two months.
The box was carved with crinkly paper, and had a pretty picture of Lakewood scenery framed in gilt on the top.
For five minutes Lawrence forgot there was a place called Lakewood, where tall pines murmur.
Their burial ground covered a part of lovely Lakewood, the favorite cemetery of the city of Minneapolis.
