moment! That prickly heat feeling! For- think not me spill it’s at always so guey. Here we moult in Moy Bog’s domesday. Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at! — Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha, Yid think whose was asking to luckat your sore toe or to drench his dreams. If hot Hammurabi, or cowld Clesiastes, could espy her pranklings, they’d burst bounds agin, and renounce their ruings, and denounce their do- ings, for river and all the improper colleges (and how ill soufered!) and they made fray and if he had