to. I was rooshian mad, no lie. About his shapeless hat. — Ah, go on with my lovebirds, my colom- binas. Their sinsitives shrinked. Even Netta and Linda, our seeyu tities and they’ve sin sumtim, tankus ! My rillies were liebeneaus, my aftscents embre. How me O treasauro, as often as they cooched down a jiminy and took up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she plunder? Fore the battle of the cute old speckled church (Couliounin’s call!) told the stone of kismet if so be it! The merthe dirther! Ah ho! Say no more salve his agnols from the wood wagged where opter