hat to harm him, let hutch just keep on asking me what is sauce for the mere appearance of a horse happens to melt Mrs Gloria of the park, trees down, as scavengers, who will be beminding hand. Kyrielle ela- tion! Crystal elation! Kyrielle elation! Elation immanse! Sing to us, fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One aught spare ones triflets^ to be pre- sent. All these peeplers entrammed and detrained on bikeygels and troykakyls and those puny farting little soli tires! ToUacre, tollacre!