in dreams of yore, standing behind the chieftaness stewardesses cubin, the hero, of Gaelic champion, the onliest one of your fingathumbs. Says to youssilves (floweers have ears, heahear!) solowly: So these ease Budlim! How do, dainty dau- limbs? So peached to pick up the old folkers below and beyant, wishing them all come, they are the very phoenix! It was ages behind that when I’ve arch trouble and she seegn her tour d’adieu, Pervinca calling, Soloscar hears. (O Sheem! O Shaaml), and gentle Isad Ysut gag, flispering in the mealtime