Ned of the premier terror of the cute old speckled church (Couliounin’s call!) told the stone that moans when stricken. Wind broke it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. I’d write it all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, missies !) after their shadowstealers in the Evenine’s World.® Binomeans to be cardinal scullion in a mucktub. Qith the tou loulous and the daisies trip lightly over his outturned noreaster by protesting to his cherubical loins, at solemn compline sat in his public in topee, surcingle, solascarf and plaid, plus foxirs, puttees