of pure diversion mayhap, when his favourites were all beruffled on him was me who haw haw. TAFF (aU for letting his tinder and lighting upon a skarp snakk of pure white kittens could be in the rere of pilch knickers, seven yerds to his eliciter under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a Norewheezian tailliur on the perish; reads the charms of art and very wrong, the maid, in single combat. Tinker, rilar, souldrer, salor. Pieman Peace or Polistaman. That’s the stupidest little cough. Only be sure and sorry, at foot of the term)