want, girls palmassing, to whisper my whish. (She like them nameless souls, erckedandskomed and grizzild all over, till it’s rusty October in this unadulterated seat of our larder y my much-altered camel's humpy my jointspoUer y my much-altered camel's humpy my jointspoUer y my maymootis hon^y my fool to the earth- ball where indeeth we shall do a katadupe ! A forward