| tuggerfunnies?) he next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few | 1 |
| stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary | 2 |
| tastes displayed in their tight kittycasques and their smart fricky- | 3 |
| frockies, asking coy one after sloy one had she read Irish legginds | 4 |
| and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be | 5 |
| seen below her hem and whispering another aside, as lavariant, | 6 |
| that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back to have | 7 |
| a sideeye to that, hom, (and all of course just to fill up a form | 8 |
| out of pure human kindness and in a sprite of fun) for Jaun, by | 9 |
| the way, was by the way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) | 10 |
| the most purely human being that ever was called man, loving all | 11 |
| up and down the whole creation from Sampson's tyke to Jones's | 12 |
| sprat and from the King of all Wrenns down to infuseries) Jaun, | 13 |
| after those few prelimbs made out through his eroscope the | 14 |
| apparition of his fond sister Izzy for he knowed his love by her | 15 |
| waves of splabashing and she showed him proof by her way of | 16 |
| blabushing nor could he forget her so tarnelly easy as all that | 17 |
| since he was brotherbesides her benedict godfather and heaven | 18 |
| knows he thought the world and his life of her sweet heart could | 19 |
| buy, (brao!) poor, good, true, Jaun! | 20 |
Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordia- | 21 |
| lity, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he | 22 |
| began to take leave of his scolastica at once so as to gain time | 23 |
| with deep affection, we honestly believe you sorely will miss us | 24 |
| the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the dischurch of | 25 |
| all duty that it is about time, by Great Harry, we would shove | 26 |
| off to stray on our long last journey and not be the load on ye. | 27 |
| This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were | 28 |
| raised, you, sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters | 29 |
| for presentation and would be telling us anun (full well do we | 30 |
| wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and | 31 |
| derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, these tales which reliter- | 32 |
| ately whisked off our heart so narrated by thou, gesweest, to | 33 |
| perfection, our pet pupil of the whole rhythmetic class and the | 34 |
| mainsay of our erigenal house,the time we younkers twain were | 35 |
| fairly tossing ourselves (O Phoebus! O Pollux!) in bed, having | 36 |