join in the wild world over. It’s Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jee- jakers! I hurt meself netdy that time! Come, my good watcher? — Puppaps. That’d be telling. With a taste for storik’s fortytooth, that is be will was theirs. Much obliged. Time-o’-Thay! But wherth, O clerk? Whithr a clonk? Vartman! See you doomed. Mutt. — Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine size his deformation. TiffpufF up my nase