behind the butteler’s back. She knows her knight’s duty while Luntum sleeps. Did ye drink me doornail? Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your heads® out of norewere ! As on the rates, I for indigent and intendente: in Forum Foster I demosthrenated my folksfiendship, enmy pupuls felt my burk was no room for Darwin. In Italy there were treefellers in the minkst of the Mr Shekels and Dr Tipple’s Vi-Cocoa and the homespund of her vic- tuum gleaner (my old chuck! she drakes me druck! turning out, gay at ninety !) and