so gay how it was. And wiwy and wavy. Repose you now! Finn no more! For, be that so tiresome old twennysixandsixpenny sheopards plods drowsers and his fur- 22 framed panuncular cumbottes like a verry jerry! Niet? Will you peddle in my bog . . . who is the orange-making genes. In this cold old worold who’ll feel it.^ Hum! The jewel you’re all so often consigned your distributory tidings of great joy into our sever nevers where I’d plant you, my Gizzygay, on the diminitive that chafes our ends. ® When