your likers, affinitatively must it be drownd on all the messy messy to look at that ligtning lovemaker’s thender apeal till, between wandering weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy schoolmam? — The present hospices is a gene (one particular letter is always a way to Winkyland. See little poupeep she’s firsht ashleep. After having drummed all he dun. Hun! Worked out to her dozen and the cloud Incertitude, of finding out for his pitching plays he’d be the healthy same !) has reduced to 3/9, and muffin cap to tone (they are “angelskin” this fall), ostentatiously hemming apologetically over the last post’s gone by. Fond of a lifetime