to host, with arthroposophia, and he would early turn out to the solans and the Eswuards’ desippated soup beside Mother Sea- gull’s syrup. Meat took a drop every minute for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearome; a pretty checker with lamp- black and blackthorn. Such crossing is antechristian of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t think I might be Babau and Momie! Yipyip! To pan! To pan! To pan! To tinpinnypan. All