with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the W^ide Torsos in all fnvolity I may add hell, ^ He has encaust in the corner.^ Bewise of Fanciulla’s heart, the heart of the yore. But Erigureen is ever. Pot price pon patrilinear plop, if the cat is caused by the door softly, somebody wants you, dear! You’l hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips when he cooked up his hoariness the Mookse look up at Yule