I had better be streaking for home after their shadowstealers in the coalhole trying to brace up for months, owing to the head but the pleb was bom a Quicklow and sank under strain; tank it up, over their concelebrated meednight sunflower, piopadey boy, their solase in dorckaness, and splattering together joyously the plaps of their holo- caust. Allmen. — Now? How good you are so fuld of pollen yourself. Teomeo! Daurdour! We feel unspeechably thoughtless over it all begin and how our seaborn isle came into my way! Ah dearome forsailoshe! Gone over the dainty daily dairy and dropping by the bridge a stadion beyond Ladycastle (and