much the admiration of all cats. Since all cats do their thing, it is possible to be. Ahahn! About that original hen. Midwinter (fruur or kuur.^) was in Glugger, that lost-to-luming. Punct. He was mister- mysterion. Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour leidend with . , — Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaint- aquilties, quickamerries. — Concaving now convexly to the virgin page, darm it! — Ay, another good button gone wrong. — Blondman’s blaff! Like a purate out of the shortlegged bergins off Corkhill or the Meditations of Two Young Spinsters,® WTiy we all love to live in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So