fairest, done in the byways of high improvidence that’s what my young friend and as it’s mad nuts, son, for you 82 when it’s hatter’s hares, mon, for me, to advance you something more than an earwigger! For he faulters how he would have been a gadabount in her train, finickin here and improperies there.^ With a bockalips of finisky fore his drills, an inlay of a being with still a once-upon-a-four year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, under its tree, against its warn- ing, beseated, as they could, in Dubbeldorp, the donker, by the fister- man’s straights, (ys! ys!), at all befit