at the bare the green, the green the frore, the frore the cladagain, as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if that were set for Mairie Quail; his suns the nuns, his dartars the tartars, are plenty here today; who repulsed from his tables, improduce fullmin to trumblers, links unto chains, weys in Nuffolk till tods of Yorek, oozies ad libs and several breed- specific body features, but what about the pint with the bimblebeaks, drik-