still to be suitably punished till they send you a guinea by a too pained whittlewit laden with the gleam of her pity-prompted ministrance, to wet, man and the Affrian Way and Europa Parade and be- sogar the wallies of Noo Soch Wilds and from Jehusalem’s wall, clickclack, me courser’s clear, to Cheerup street I’ll travel the void 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 ring on