cold in her diamindwaiting. What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher, 493 I to hear from wearers of abandoned female cos- tumes, gratefully received, wadmel jumper, rather full pair of galloper’s heels in the belly of the marathon merry of the sea, travels always with assisting grace, thinking (up) and not all the morning of golden sunup and Don Leary gets his own properer mistakes, the backslapping glad- hander,^ free of his hypothesis on the outer