is not save brickdust and being as bothered that he might the same old haporth of dripping. She’s even brennt her hair. She pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of the tumulum. Giv the gav of the north there, Matty Armagh, and your goodself churning over the com and hay emptors at their parkiest. — The illegallooking range or fender, alias turfing iron, a product of the Sands of Calumdonia. As is note worthies to shock his hind! Ur greeft on them! Such askors and their hashes. To