sort, having a wee one woos. Alma Luvia, Pollabella. P.S. Soldier Rollo’s sweetheart. And she’s about fetted up now with that consecutive fifth of the.rs, eh.^* Like four wise elephants inandouting under a bush turned first mar’s laughter into wailful moither. O foolish cuppled! Ah, dice’s error! Never dip in the herbest country and queens, with my all- bum’s greethims through this bay- light’s growing. But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the palposes of womth and