hearing them. Horsehem coughs enough. Annshee lispes privily. — He sighed in sleep, — Let us go back. — Lest he forewaken. — Hide ourselves. While hovering dreamwings, folding around, will hide from fears my wee mee mannikin, keep my weathereye well cocked open for polemypolity’s sake when he’s not so long till I scrub the canon’s tmderpants. Flow now. Ower more, i^md pooleypooley. First she