| at first hands on, as no es nada, our greatly misunderstood one | 1 |
| we perceived to give himself some sort of a hermetic prod or | 2 |
| kick to sit up and take notice, which acted like magic, while | 3 |
| the phalanx of daughters of February Filldyke, embushed and | 4 |
| climbing, ramblers and weeps, voiced approval in their customary | 5 |
| manner by dropping kneedeep in tears over their concelebrated | 6 |
| meednight sunflower, piopadey boy, their solase in dorckaness, | 7 |
| and splattering together joyously the plaps of their tappyhands | 8 |
| as, with a cry of genuine distress, so prettly prattly pollylogue, | 9 |
| they viewed him, the just one, their darling, away. | 10 |
| A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they | 11 |
| believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail. | 12 |
| Eh jourd'weh! Oh jourd'woe! dosiriously it psalmodied. Gues- | 13 |
| turn's lothlied answring to-maronite's wail. | 14 |
| Oasis, cedarous esaltarshoming Leafboughnoon! | 15 |
| Oisis, coolpressus onmountof Sighing! | 16 |
| Oasis, palmost esaltarshoming Gladdays! | 17 |
| Oisis, phantastichal roseway anjerichol! | 18 |
| Oasis, newleavos spaciosing encampness! | 19 |
| Oisis, plantainous dewstuckacqmirage playtennis! | 20 |
| Pipetto, Pipetta has misery unnoticed! | 21 |
| But the strangest thing happened. Backscuttling for the hop | 22 |
| off with the odds altogether in favour of his tumbling into the | 23 |
| river, Jaun just then I saw to collect from the gentlest weaner | 24 |
| among the weiners, (who by this were in half droopleaflong | 25 |
| mourning for the passing of the last post) the familiar yellow | 26 |
| label into which he let fall a drop, smothered a curse, choked a | 27 |
| guffaw, spat expectoratiously and blew his own trumpet. And next | 28 |
| thing was he gummalicked the stickyback side and stamped the | 29 |
| oval badge of belief to his agnelows brow with a genuine | 30 |
| dash of irrepressible piety that readily turned his ladylike | 31 |
| typmanzelles capsy curvy (the holy scamp!), with half a | 32 |
| glance of Irish frisky (a Juan Jaimesan hastaluego) from under | 33 |
| the shag of his parallel brows. It was then he made as if be | 34 |
| but waved instead a handacross the sea as notice to quit while | 35 |
| the pacifettes made their armpacts widdershins (Frida! Freda! | 36 |