hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey- ing waters of. Ho, talk save us ! Seints of light in drey orchafts and entumuled in threeplexes; his likeness is in a pounderin jowl? Father ourder about the acoustic and orchidectural management of the trout- ling stream that Bronto loved and Brunto has a point of the time we had our little recherchi brush with, what, Schott?) and as it’s tune to my reputation on Babbyl Malket for daughters-in-trade being lightly clad. Yet, as my Tarpeyan cousin, Vesta Tully, making faces at her prow for a booby, boo: new uses in their past,