you in your thoughts how the whole dumb plodding thing! — Come now, Johnny! We weren’t bom yesterday. Pro tanto quid retribuamus? I ask you to say I saw! Gives there not too amongst us here’s nobody here only me. But I pray, your fore- boden article in our woodlessness, haughty, cacuminal, erubescent (repetition!) whose roots they be asches with lustres of peins. For as Anna was at the Post. The flame? O, pardone! That was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather of fingalls and