| And they viterberated each other, canis et coluber with the | 1 |
| wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium. | 2 |
Unuchorn! | 3 |
Ungulant! | 4 |
Uvuloid! | 5 |
Uskybeak! | 6 |
| And bullfolly answered volleyball. | 7 |
| Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was | 8 |
| looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening | 9 |
| all she childishly could. How she was brightened when Should- | 10 |
| rups in his glaubering hochskied his welkinstuck and how she | 11 |
| was overclused when Kneesknobs on his zwivvel was makeact- | 12 |
| ing such a paulse of himshelp! She was alone. All her nubied | 13 |
| companions were asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver, | 14 |
| Mrs Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing the back- | 15 |
| steps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand, he was up in Norwood's | 16 |
| sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking's Blemish. Nuvoletta lis- | 17 |
| tened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his | 18 |
| constellatria and his emanations stood between, and she tried all | 19 |
| she tried to make the Mookse look up at her (but he was fore too | 20 |
| adiaptotously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how coy | 21 |
| she could be (though he was much too schystimatically auricular | 22 |
| about his ens to heed her) but it was all mild's vapour moist. Not | 23 |
| even her feignt reflection, Nuvoluccia, could they toke their | 24 |
| gnoses off for their minds with intrepifide fate and bungless | 25 |
| curiasity, were conclaved with Heliogobbleus and Commodus | 26 |
| and Enobarbarus and whatever the coordinal dickens they did | 27 |
| as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if that was | 28 |
| their spiration! As if theirs could duiparate her queendim! As if | 29 |
| she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! She | 30 |
| tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught | 31 |
| her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like le princesse de la | 32 |
| Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs | 33 |
| Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of | 34 |
| the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Em- | 35 |
| perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born | 36 |