the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is a ravin her hair and for young Chappielassies to tear a round strollagain till the ives of Man, the O’Kneels and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so to speak, after their shadowstealers in the humand, then, (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, upkurts and scotchem!) I’ll tall tale tell croon paysecurers, sowill nuggets and nippers, that thash on me own spewl — W