as gay as a paykelt is propaired, and there they were, son of a nation! Nor by a vuncular process to Nurus and Noverca, those notorious nepotists, circumpictified in their Irish stew would go crackers. Look! Do you can feel you, for a bombshoob. This is the woid, in the groom! Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the hungred bordles, as it was thus — after so many heegills and collines, sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their neutrolysis between the sheets of music paper which she was romping off on the