| grains of incense anguille bronze. And after that she wove a gar- | 1 |
| land for her hair. She pleated it. She plaited it. Of meadowgrass | 2 |
| and riverflags, the bulrush and waterweed, and of fallen griefs of | 3 |
| weeping willow. Then she made her bracelets and her anklets | 4 |
| and her armlets and a jetty amulet for necklace of clicking cobbles | 5 |
| and pattering pebbles and rumbledown rubble, richmond and | 6 |
| rehr, of Irish rhunerhinerstones and shellmarble bangles. That | 7 |
| done, a dawk of smut to her airy ey, Annushka Lutetiavitch | 8 |
| Pufflovah, and the lellipos cream to her lippeleens and the pick | 9 |
| of the paintbox for her pommettes, from strawbirry reds to | 10 |
| extra violates, and she sendred her boudeloire maids to His | 11 |
| Affluence, Ciliegia Grande and Kirschie Real, the two chirsines, | 12 |
| with respecks from his missus, seepy and sewery, and a request | 13 |
| might she passe of him for a minnikin. A call to pay and light a | 14 |
| taper, in Brie-on-Arrosa, back in a sprizzling. The cock striking | 15 |
| mine, the stalls bridely sign, there's Zambosy waiting for Me! | 16 |
| She said she wouldn't be half her length away. Then, then, as | 17 |
| soon as the lump his back was turned, with her mealiebag slang | 18 |
| over her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth of her bassein | 19 |
| came. | 20 |
| Describe her! Hustle along, why can't you? Spitz on the iern | 21 |
| while it's hot. I wouldn't miss her for irthing on nerthe. Not for | 22 |
| the lucre of lomba strait. Oceans of Gaud, I mosel hear that! | 23 |
| Ogowe presta! Leste, before Julia sees her! Ishekarry and washe- | 24 |
| meskad, the carishy caratimaney? Whole lady fair? Duodecimo- | 25 |
| roon? Bon a ventura? Malagassy? What had she on, the liddel oud | 26 |
| oddity? How much did she scallop, harness and weights? Here | 27 |
| she is, Amnisty Ann! Call her calamity electrifies man. | 28 |
| No electress at all but old Moppa Necessity, angin mother of | 29 |
| injons. I'll tell you a test. But you must sit still. Will you hold | 30 |
| your peace and listen well to what I am going to say now? It | 31 |
| might have been ten or twenty to one of the night of Allclose or | 32 |
| the nexth of April when the flip of her hoogly igloo flappered and | 33 |
| out toetippit a bushman woman, the dearest little moma ever | 34 |
| you saw, nodding around her, all smiles, with ems of embarras | 35 |
| and aues to awe, between two ages, a judyqueen, not up to your | 36 |