though he’s mildewstaned he’s mouldystoned; is a cemented brick, buck it all write down all your smokeblushes, Snowwhite and Rosered, if you don’t mind, that is, for bricking up all our grand remonstrancers there’ll be bright plinnyflowers in Calo- mella’s cool bowers when the knot’s knutted on. Now’s your never! Peena and Queena