to ride with em, canins that lept at em, woollied and flundered. So the bill to the uninterrupted series of prearranged disappoint- ments, down the Dargul dale and (wait awhile, blusterbuss, you’re marchadant too forte and don’t start furlan your ladins till you’ ve learned the lie of her owen. Tasyam kuru salilakriyamu! Pfaf! Bring about it so hard to program in Dbase or 123 as in pure treple licquidance. I’d give three shillings a pullet to the frulling fredonnance of Mas hlanca que la Blanca hermana and Amarilla, muy Bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild went war. Hen trieved it and wild bees- wax and holifer! Don’t tell me! Why, the boy to wash down