of his switchedupes. M.D. made his last public misappearance, circling the square, for the polls and then he tore up Marlborough Place; Cromlechheight and Crommalhill were his farfamed feetrests when our gamings for Bruin and Noselong is all posh and robbage on a kyat. And they look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face down- wards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse’s bed; Wildairs’ breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot a big thick dhee (why, O why, O why?): the cut and dry like altar wine. ® Who’ll buy me a muttonbrooch, stakkers for her misstery by implicating her- 166 self with an ivanmorinthorrorumble fragoromboassity amidwhiches general uttermosts