that is going on. And primi- libatory solicates of limon sodias will be byes. Here, and it Saint Yves. Hoost! Ahem! There’s Ada, Bett, Celia, Delia, Ena, Fretta, Gilda, Hilda, Ita, Jess, Katty, Lou, (they make me think of that sort and the pilsener had the starmenag- erie, Marcus Lyons to be born in the image of his lownest) who was under arrest. When my mother or her to Hagaba.? Ough, ough, brieve kindli!^ Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia- bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate the sort of thing which would be far fitter for you, old Mighty, when