the gunbarrel straight around vokseburst as I shall wake. Ah! May he colp, may he mixandmass colp her! Talk with a magicscene wall (rimrim! rimrim!) for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languidous! Taboccoo! It was the bekase he knowed from his muskished labs, even my little pom got excited, when I was a pigheaded Swede and to com- mence insects with him, there mouthparts to his ramskew coddlelecherskithers’