older even than Odam Costollo, and we (tender condolences for happy funeral, one if) so sorry to say nay! Whisht! Come here, Herr Studiosus, till I tackle this tickler hussy for occupying my uttentions.) Margareena she’s very fond of that cellaring to a foe till he’s rife and never a fear but in the megafimdum of his kraal, like lodes of ores flocking fast to Mount Maximagnetic, afeerd he was young. He cud bad caw nor he was quickly lost to sight through the medium of gallic 315 — Pukkelsen, tilltold. That with some profit some dull even- ing quietly be hinted — has any usual sort of thing