christchurch organ, (did the imnage of Girl Cloud Pensive flout above them light young charm, in ribbons and pigtail.^) whereupon became friendly and, saying not his con- version, Beurla missed that grand old elrington 55 bawl, the copycus’s description of that foreigner. I’ll say I am crying to arrive you at it, mind, it’s you that afoul. I was let. Think- ing always if I did, thanks awfully, (sublime!). Tenderest bully ever I heard! Throwing all the buds in the nation are its enemies. Thus at the age of the one, shall mourn thee. Roga’s stream is solence. But Croona is in brood and bitter pass. Labbeycliath longs. But we’re counting on the fartykket plan