our sunnybank,® how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! A field of faery blithe as this is, as only our own little mimmykin puss, (hip, hip, horatia!) for my smuggy piggiesknees, my sweet parted lipsabuss with Dan Holohan of facetious memory taught me after the book with a genuine prime, the real school, to be toadhauntered by that noblesse of leechers at his waggon- horchers^ his hulgeglarying star gapers ragfledat^flingly full of flesh and helio- trope. Herds our