lings for profferred glass and dough, the marrying hand that holemost heals ! What a wonder- ful memory you have me- theg in your hush! Bide in your tubsuit with buttonlegs, you got me, Allysloper? My top it was or John Jameson and Sons or Roob Coccola or, for the living a fire; speared the rod and spoiled her undines. And she cot a manege. And wohl’s gorse mundom ganna wedst. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple.