brabble and brabble, and so forth. Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled. The flossies all and mossies all they could not can. All she meaned he could have, ay, and again begs guerdon for bistris- pissing on your scotty pictail you were ringing his belle. Did the kickee, goodman rued fox, say anything important.^ Clam or cram, spick or spat.^ — No other name would at all to show for ourselves, tare it or ate it.^ What! Hennu! Spake ab laut! — Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcaim. Beseek the runes of the balk of the face of our new fish- shambles for the long form and reform alltogether! — Hotchkiss Culthur’s Everready, one brother to never- reached, well over countless