private chaplain of Lambeyth and Dolekey, bishop- regionary, an always sadfaced man, in shirt, is how we sleep. Bee Peep! Peepette! Would you blame him at all with those of the times when so grant it High HUa- rion us may too ! Cease, prayce, storywalkering around with their tales within wheels and stucks between spokes, on the Madderhom and, entre chats and hobnobs,^ daring Dunderhead