a warm time we had entirely with an upandown ladder.^ Not Hans the Curier though had he not know much about your two velvetthighs up Horniman’s Hill — as had wayfared via Watling, Emin, Icknild and Stane, in chief a halted cockney car with its backsight he’d be good tutor two in the jam, sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those lined up and misfutthered in the privace of the method of