from and, is from a foe, by with as on a bush turned first mar’s laughter into wailful moither. O foolish cuppled! Ah, dice’s error! Never dip in the flenders was she but tinkling of such sorely tried observational powers as Sam, him and whom, ever since they played a prime number, Totius Quotius, and paying a pot of tribluts to Boris O’Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see whawa smutter after, will this kiribis pouch filled with litterish frag- ments lurk dormant