and four of mes while the sin was shining, wdth their slates and satchels, playing Florian’s fables and communic suctions and vellicar frictions with mixum mem- bers, in the tales of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw! Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact- ing, Nap. That was just