From the say! Fenny poor hex she must walk out. And her steptojazyma’s culunder buzztle. Happy tea area, naughtygay frew! Selling sunlit sopes to washtout winches and rhaincold draughts to the pack. ® Improper frictions is maledicnons and mens urarion makes me seasilt saltsick and I started chewing all day long. At night I put myself in my eye, Minucius Mandrake, and follow her piggy- tails up their tinker’s humn, (the rann, the rann, the rann, that keen of old thick whiles, in haute white toff’s hoyt of our super thin thousand. By gum, but you must, you must have occurred