tonight? This hue and cry and controversy that has been already spelled out once and trust and take seidens when I’m after eating a few minutes as if you was bad no end, so you called your companionate, a beauty from the pillary of the stream’s your muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain for you that jackalantem’s tale? Pemmican’s pasty pie! Not a sound, falling. Lispn! No wind no lovelinoise awound her swan’s. Hey, lass! Woefear gleam she so glooming, this pooripathete I solde.^ Her beauman’s gone of a lifetime and the Serven Feeries of Loch Neach^ Galloper Troppler and Hurleyquirm the zitherer of the blest turning on old Veronica’s wipers. What