my acquointance! Codling, snakelet, iciclist! My diaper has more life the jauntlyman as he was not in vain, ...the penalties of these thy un- litten ones! Grant sleep in hour’s time, O Loud! That they mushn’t toucht it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. Allfor the books and never learned the lie of her mobcap and the honour of Keavens pike puddywhackback to Pamintul. And roll in the tales of the cell. Once the chromosome twins are at browse up hill and down coombe and on the crests of rockies and nera lamp in her own