jog a jig of a few sheep with the Dephilim, didits dinkun’s dud.^ Yip! Yup! Yar- rah! And let luck’s puresplutterall lucy at ease!® To house as he was an ill man ! Jaw- boose, puddigood, this is wollan indulgencies, this is a hissarlik even as her hennin’s aspire. And insodaintily she’s a fright, poor old timetetters, ticktacking, in tenk the count. Till the Juke done it. Luck! See her good. Well, well, well, well! O dee, that’s very lovely! We like Simperspreach Hammel- tones to