| of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. The many | 1 |
| wiles of Winsure. | 2 |
| The grocer's bawd she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the | 3 |
| lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs Wildhare | 4 |
| Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the casuaway the flasht instinct | 5 |
| she herds if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Megrievy she knits cats' | 6 |
| cradles, this bountiful actress leashes a harrier under her tongue, | 7 |
| and here's the girl who she's kneeled in coldfashion and she's told | 8 |
| her priest (spt!) she's pot on a chap (chp!) and this lass not least, | 9 |
| this rickissime woman, who she writes foot fortunes money times | 10 |
| over in the nursery dust with her capital thumb. Buzz. All run- | 11 |
| away sheep bound back bopeep, trailing their teenes behind | 12 |
| them. And these ways wend they. And those ways went they. | 13 |
| Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here | 14 |
| they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from | 15 |
| foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, foresake-me-nought, | 16 |
| while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marry- | 17 |
| may's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden. | 18 |
| But vicereversing thereout from those palms of perfection to | 19 |
| anger arbour, treerack monatan, scroucely out of scout of ocean, | 20 |
| virid with woad, what tornaments of complementary rages rocked | 21 |
| the divlun from his punchpoll to his tummy's shentre as he dis- | 22 |
| plaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace. He was | 23 |
| feeling so funny and floored for the cue, all over which girls as | 24 |
| he don't know whose hue. If goosseys gazious would but fain | 25 |
| smile him a smile he would be fondling a praise he ate some nice | 26 |
| bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. They're all | 27 |
| odds against him, the beasties. Scratch. Start. | 28 |
| He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck | 29 |
| on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gillie Beg, | 30 |
| wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy | 31 |
| MacFearsome, excremuncted as freely as any frothblower into | 32 |
| MacIsaac, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo | 33 |
| about nothing and, childhood's age being aye the shameleast, tel | 34 |
| a Tartaran tastarin toothsome tarrascone tourtoun, vestimentiv- | 35 |
| orous chlamydophagian, imbretellated himself for any time un- | 36 |