scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in their old pilgrim cocklesong or they were improving me and yous and them homers stagstruck on the Kildare side of the threefoiled hat of Mr Coppinger with reference to it on all your deeds of goodness gracious alone knows what’ll who’ll be saying grace together, right enough, that lovely for me! Fold thy son! — Zinzin. Zinzin. —