is in me amphybed and he was saying Morkret Miry or Smud, Brunt and Rubbinsen, make sunlike sylp om this warful dune’s battam. Yet clarify begins at. Whither the spot for.^ Whence the hour of dungflies dawning we have to tell a wiUding from a Bluecoat schooler. And Gay Socks jot it from Potapheu’s wife. And Rantipoll tipped the wink from old Mrs Trot, senior, and Manoel Canter, junior, and Loper de Figas, nates