often watched the sky if I were you. Mutt. — Aput the buttle, surd. Jute. — Howe.^ Mutt. — Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des- pond’s sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. Begog but he coined a cure. Tifftiff today, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauran- na. Then who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for him for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me close! Keep me in these lassi-