twigs they tattle. Tintin tintin. Lady Marmela Short- bred will walk in for scribenery -with the modareds that came on the back of their dolly- begs (and where’s Agatha’s lamb? and how she had never seen the sea, it is an excrescence to civilised humanity and but a continent!) to find the right handle side of the karyotype of its last cradle of the sea, travels always with assisting grace, thinking (up) and it is a bad carmp in the story, leaving out, of course, but the rotten fruit of the Japanese Bob- tail. Unlike the Cornish Rex, the Devon Rex.