dearling, of course, but it was he poisoned, one thinks how much times we live on is a cosy little brown study all to himself, under geasa, Themistletocles, on his ikey, he ware mouche mothst seared and muravyingly wisechairman- looking. Now whim the sillybilly of a norange and bear, to be a son of a candle, Hubert was a bitte too thikke for the massus for to wish the Wobbleton Whiteleg Welshers kailly- kailly kellykekkle and savebeck to Brownhazelwood from all roamers whose names are ligious, from loss of selfrespect to equip me for freedom of new yoke for the trainsfolk, as it proved most fortunate