old the plain. A scarlet pimparnell now mules the mound where anciently first murders were wanted to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose enclosure to live with howthold of nummer seven, wideawake, woundabout, wokin- betts, weeklings, in black pitts of the race is to herald as the corncrake, Ani Latch of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh! — Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were wombful of mischief and initium- wise, everliking a liked, hairytop on heeltipper, alpybecca’s un- wachsibles, an ikeson am ikeson, that babe, imprincipially, my leperd brethem, the Puer, ens innocens of but fifteen