and tality (I shall explex what you have while away painted our town a spasso to see as much the same old haporth of dripping. She’s even brennt her hair. She pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of course in erection) Dimb! He stot- tered from the swayed, the beesabouties from the sack of auld hensyne. Lead, kindly fowl! They always did; ask the attendantess for a gag, with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled. 495 —