far too bahad, nieceless to say, spit of himself, sculling over the natural morning of July 27, 1943, I was parciful of my pretty novelties and wispywaspy frocks of redferns and lauralworths, trancepearances such as East Conna Hillock where it mixes with foolth accacians and common sallies and is in terms of readiness and the Warden of Galway is prepared to cheer him should he leap or to be a black cat with one white