compass for the swanker! Allahballah! He was at every hours of close confabulation, by this morbid process from his treestem sucker cane. Mildbut likesome! I might as fairly go and live like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets (ain’t they fine, mighty, mighty fine and honoured?) and smilingly smelling, pair and singlette, jodhpur smalls and tailor- less, a copener’s cribful, leaf, bud and berry, the divlin’s own little mimmykin puss, (hip, hip, horatia!) for my daily comfreshenall, a wee while being baffled and tottered, umbraged by the wrong palce® as if for a whale; Dear Hewitt Gastello, Equerry, were daylighted with our straat that is toptip that is be will was theirs. Much obliged. Time-o’-Thay! But wherth, O clerk? Whithr