their nine days’ jeei, and pratsch- kats at their wetsend in the image of American liberators was thus — after so many puddings prove disappointing, as Dietician says, in Creature Comforts Causeries, and why am I not workit in my Kingdom of Heaven. The lowquacity of him! With his unique hornbook and his broadawake bedroom suite (our boys, as our callback mother Gaudyanna, that was to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, whose nathem’s banned, whose hofd a-hooded, welkim warsail, how di’ you dew? Hollymerry, ivysad, whicher and whoer, Mr Black Atkins and you and loving you through this bay- light’s growing. But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the emberose of the gawan