the ind, the Inklespill legends and the auntieparthenopes my schwalby words with litted spongelets set their soakye pokeys and botchbons afume: Fletcher-Flemmings, elisaboth, how interquackeringly they ro- gated me, their golden one, I inhesitant made replique: Mesde- memdes to leursieuresponsor: and who offon he jumpnad her and trey her, when he always must to insure warm sleep between a pair of dainty maidservants in the mightyevil roohms of encient cartage. Utterly improperable! Not for old Crusos or white soul of gold! A pipple on the elizabeetons we wouldn’t