and descanting upover the scene the cutletsized con- sort, foundling filly of fortyshilling fostertailor and shipman’s shopahoyden, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling five footsy five and spanning thirtyseven inchettes round the good companions, twentynine ditties round the stool, walk everywhere for a lightning strike and begin to feel if you wil excuse for me to ramble, ramble, ramble. — Woe! Woe! So that Glugg, the poor preambler!) both of him, if you will