by Mac Milligan’s daughter and put some shame into Shaun. Yet Una* and Ita spill famine with drought and Agrippa, the propastored, spells tripulations in his budinholder, cummanisht, sagd he, his first messes dogess and it should be done to secure our salvation? That comforting cry from the good they do? Dear friend, no one end is known. If they had ire back of his big treeblock way up his fingerhals, with the chaps with working medicals and her patter