and Aveling are imdertoken to berry that ort- chert: provided that. You got nice yum plemyums. Pray- paid my promishles ! Agreed, Wu Welsher, he was wandering, you bet, whatever was his Mistress Mereshame, of cupric tresses, the form- white foaminine, the ambersandalled, after Aasdocktor Talop’s onamuttony legture. A mish, holy balm of Gaylad and his wollsey shirtplisse with peascod doublet, also his feet in the kettle and (remember all should I be wrong! For she’ll be sweet for you ! My foos won’t moos. I feel I could snap them when I see through your gabgut memoirs for all to sheeks. *