| facemen, boomslanging and plugchewing, fruiteyeing and flower- | 1 |
| feeding, in contemplation of the fluctuation and the undification | 2 |
| of her filimentation, lolling and leasing on North Lazers' Waal | 3 |
| all eelfare week by the Jukar Yoick's and as soon as they saw her | 4 |
| meander by that marritime way in her grasswinter's weeds and | 5 |
| twigged who was under her archdeaconess bonnet, Avondale's | 6 |
| fish and Clarence's poison, sedges an to aneber, Wit-upon- | 7 |
| Crutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and
the | 8 |
| granite they're warming, or her face has been lifted or Alp has
doped! | 9 |
| But what was the game in her mixed baggyrhatty? Just the | 10 |
| tembo in her tumbo or pilipili from her pepperpot? Saas and | 11 |
| taas and specis bizaas. And where in thunder did she plunder? | 12 |
| Fore the battle or efter the ball? I want to get it frisk from the | 13 |
| soorce. I aubette my bearb it's worth while poaching on! Shake | 14 |
| it up, do, do! That's a good old son of a ditch! I promise I'll | 15 |
| make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet | 16 |
| with a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true. | 17 |
| Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered | 18 |
| and swung and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa | 19 |
| mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine | 20 |
| agin us, curara here, careero there, not knowing which medway | 21 |
| or weser to strike it, edereider, making chattahoochee all to her | 22 |
| ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the pale and puny, | 23 |
| nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling Isola- | 24 |
| bella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a | 25 |
| lech to be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with | 26 |
| spittle, with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her | 27 |
| childer, the birthday gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled | 28 |
| she fleetly laid at our door! On the matt, by the pourch and in- | 29 |
| under the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the | 30 |
| pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And they all | 31 |
| about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their | 32 |
| slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly | 33 |
| boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo | 34 |
| Anna, high life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis! | 35 |
| Hasn't she tambre! Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a | 36 |