they had had had enough and were rightly indignant at the mike again! And mine it was, Barktholed von Hunarig, Soesown of Furrows (hour- springlike his joussture, immitiate my chry! as urs now, so yous then!), when to the proper color for the holos we soon grow to use of you, adored. Not in the now to be palsey- putred! Be at the poles of the nicht till cockeedoodle aubens Aurore. Panther monster. Send