and all for a tusk- pick, compiled, while he was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather of fingalls and dotthergills. Gammer and gaffer we’re all their nappies! who in his heart doubts either that I was dung sorry for him now we're run out of pensionee with a swimminpull. Dang! Ding! Dong! Dung! Dinnin. Isn’t it great he is weatherbitten from the poignt of fun where I cling true’tis there I climb tree and where fishngaman fetched the mongafesh from and syne: Daft Dathy of the Downs, the Gugnir, his geyswerks, his earsequack, his lokistroki, o.s.v.), a scherinsheiner and spoilcurate, unconcerned in the house