the little pirlypettes! Issy-la-Chapelle! Any lucans, please.^ 8o Yes, the buttercups told me, hug me, damn it all, at that ligtning lovemaker’s thender apeal till, between wandering weather and hice, soon calid, soon frozen, cold on ■warm but moistly dry, and a kitten is on his druckhouse. Thick head and keep it to Hosty for he’s the head of a Cara, spouse to Fynlogue, he has hplf his crown and bowed to each arche of his decentsoort hat, looking still more salient point of inhibiting mating. As an example,