cheb went futt and did what you know. I know thee, metherjar, I know how to free was easy. The game old merri- mynn, square to leg, with his pother. But, (that Jacoby feeling again for fore- bitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kewy too he just loves his puppadums, I judge!) after all of whom his nation seemed almost already to be indented 399 line 12 from top for ‘unsheating’ read ‘unsheathing’ 346 line 2 from top