| me there and then cease to be? Whatever for, blossoms?) Your | 1 |
| hairmejig if you had one. If I am laughing with you? No, | 2 |
| lovingest, I'm not so dying to take my rise out of you, adored. | 3 |
| Not in the very least. True as God made my Mamaw hiplength | 4 |
| modesty coatmawther! It's only because the rison is I'm only any | 5 |
| girl, you lovely fellow of my dreams, and because old somebooby | 6 |
| is not a roundabout, my trysting of the tulipies, like that puff | 7 |
| pape bucking Daveran assoiling us behinds. What a nerve! | 8 |
| He thinks that's what the vesprey's for. How vain's that hope in | 9 |
| cleric's heart Who still pursues th'adult' rous art, Cocksure that | 10 |
| rusty gown of his Will make fair Sue forget his phiz! Tame | 11 |
| Schwipps. Blessed Marguerite bosses, I hope they threw away | 12 |
| the mould or else we'll have Ballshossers and Sourdamapplers | 13 |
| with their medical assassiations all over the place. But hold hard | 14 |
| till I've got my latchkey vote and I'll teach him when to wear | 15 |
| what woman callours. On account of the gloss of the gleison | 16 |
| Hasaboobrawbees isabeaubel. And because, you pluckless lanka- | 17 |
| loot, I hate the very thought of the thought of you and because, | 18 |
| dearling, of course, adorest, I was always meant for an engin- | 19 |
| dear from the French college, to be musband, nomme d'engien, | 20 |
| when we do and contract with encho tencho solver when you | 21 |
| are married to reading and writing which pleasebusiness now | 22 |
| won't be long for he's so loopy on me and I'm so leapy like | 23 |
| since the day he carried me from the boat, my saviored of eroes, | 24 |
| to the beach and I left on his shoulder one fair hair to guide hand | 25 |
| and mind to its softness. Ever so sorry! I beg your pardon, I was | 26 |
| listening to every treasuried word I said fell from my dear mot's | 27 |
| tongue otherwise how could I see what you were thinking of | 28 |
| our granny? Only I wondered if I threw out my shaving water. | 29 |
| Anyway, here's my arm, pulletneck. Gracefully yours. Move your | 30 |
| mouth towards minth, more, preciousest, more on more! To | 31 |
| please me, treasure. Don't be a, I'm not going to! Sh! nothing! | 32 |
| A cricri somewhere! Buybuy! I'm fly! Hear, pippy, under the | 33 |
| limes. You know bigtree are all against gravstone. They hisshis- | 34 |
| tenency. Garnd ond mand! So chip chirp chirrup, cigolo, for the | 35 |
| lug of Migo! The little passdoor, I go you before, so, and you're | 36 |