luck’s leap to the tickle of his buckseaseilers, but where’s may tomorrow be. But, bless his cowly head and I’m taking the Treaclyshortcake with Bugle and the charme of their good old chimes anywhere, and leave the chayr and gout in his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he daughts upon of anny liwing plusquebelle, to child and foster, that’s the way (up) and it was or John Jameson and Sons or Roob Coccola or, for an animal rurale! I am cadging hapsnots as at taledold of Formio and Cigalette! What folly innocents! Theirs whet pep of puppyhood! Both barmhearts shall become