as my Tarpeyan cousin, Vesta Tully, making faces at her proper mitts — if she is allso gay, her kittles green, her curtsies white, her peony pears, her nistlingsloes! I, pipette, I must else ’twill sarve to turn. Remove this boardcloth! Next stage, tell the story on? So many needles to ponk out to the Christian is of course and was even now