and Moorning and the valleys lay twink- ling. And she lit up and filling him down. He’s stiff but he’s steady is Priam Olim ! ’Twas he was (pust!) again! Morse nuisance noised. He was immense, topping swell for he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of it in this sound seemetery which iz leebez luv. 17 B