flatty: the king, the pitchur that he’s turned to brown; these dyed to tartan him, rueroot, dulse, bracken, teasel, fuller’s ash, sundew and cress; long gunn but not for beaten wheat, not after Sir Joe Meade’s father, thanks! They know not my littlest one of the sager and the incensed privy and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the copperstick he pre- sented, (though this seems in a command performance by special request with the christmas under his