| Now, there were as many as twentynine hedge daughters out | 1 |
| of Benent Saint Berched's national nightschool (for they seemed | 2 |
| to remember how it was still a once-upon-a-four year) learning | 3 |
| their antemeridian lesson of life, under its tree, against its warn- | 4 |
| ing, beseated, as they were, upon the brinkspondy, attracted to | 5 |
| the rarerust sight of the first human yellowstone landmark (the | 6 |
| bear, the boer, the king of all boors, sir Humphrey his knave | 7 |
| we met on the moors!) while they paddled away, keeping time | 8 |
| magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolu- | 9 |
| fool jouay allo misto posto, O so jaonickally, all barely in their | 10 |
| typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes | 11 |
| though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to | 12 |
| the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, (vil!) he murmoaned | 13 |
| abasourdly in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his | 14 |
| treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy | 15 |
| smuggy flasky! | 16 |
| Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a rein- | 17 |
| forced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise | 18 |
| of goodwill girls on their best beehiviour who all they were girls | 19 |
| all rushing sowarmly for the post as buzzy as sie could bie to read | 20 |
| his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a tremen- | 21 |
| dous girlsfuss over him pellmale, their jeune premier and his rosy- | 22 |
| posy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the golliwog curls of him, | 23 |
| all, but that one; Finfria's fairest, done in loveletters like a trayful | 24 |
| of cloudberry tartlets (ain't they fine, mighty, mighty fine and | 25 |
| honoured?) and smilingly smelling, pair and pair about, broad | 26 |
| by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios that came | 27 |
| cunvy peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring | 28 |
| of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!) | 29 |
| and feeling his full fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling | 30 |
| his jellybags for, though he looked a young chapplie of sixtine, | 31 |
| they could frole by his manhood that he was just the killingest | 32 |
| ladykiller all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, | 33 |
| missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dolly- | 34 |
| begs (and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are Bernadetta's | 35 |
| columbillas? and Juliennaw's tubberbunnies? and Eulalina's | 36 |