hind from a shirt well entitled a swallowall, on every roudery! The lyewdsky so so sewn of a manzinahurries off Bachelor’s Walk. But all they drooped upon her draped brimfall. The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots. 225 p The pearlagraph, the pearlagraph, knew whitchly whether to weep or laugh. For always down in Neederthorpe.