| playfilly when she is sitting downy on the ploshmat. O, she | 1 |
| talks, does she? Marry, how? Rosepetalletted sounds. Ah Biddles | 2 |
| es ma plikplak. Ah plikplak wed ma Biddles. A nice jezebel bary- | 3 |
| tinette she will gift but I much prefer her missnomer in maidenly | 4 |
| golden lasslike gladsome wenchful flowery girlish beautycapes. | 5 |
| So do I, much. Dulce delicatissima! Doth Dolly weeps she is | 6 |
| hastings. Will Dally bumpsetty it is tubtime. Allaliefest, she who | 7 |
| pities very pebbles, dare we not wish on her our thrice onsk? | 8 |
| A lovely fear! That she seventip toe her chrysming, that she spin | 9 |
| blue to scarlad till her temple's veil, that the Mount of Whoam it | 10 |
| open it her to shelterer! She will blow ever so much more pro- | 11 |
| misefuller, blee me, than all the other common marygales that | 12 |
| romp round brigidschool, charming Carry Whambers or saucy | 13 |
| Susy Maucepan of Merry Anna Patchbox or silly Polly Flinders. | 14 |
| Platsch! A plikaplak. | 15 |
| And since we are talking amnessly of brukasloop crazedledaze, | 16 |
| who doez in sleeproom number twobis? The twobirds. Holy | 17 |
| policeman, O, I see! Of what age are your birdies? They are to | 18 |
| come of twinning age so soon as they may be born to be elder- | 19 |
| ing like those olders while they are living under chairs. They are | 20 |
| and they seem to be so tightly tattached as two maggots to touch | 21 |
| other, I think I notice, do I not? You do. Our bright bull babe | 22 |
| Frank Kevin is on heartsleeveside. Do not you waken him ! Our | 23 |
| farheard bode. He is happily to sleep, limb of the Lord, with his | 24 |
| lifted in blessing, his buchel Iosa, like the blissed angel he looks so | 25 |
| like and his mou is semiope as though he were blowdelling on a | 26 |
| bugigle. Whene'er I see those smiles in eyes 'tis Father Quinn | 27 |
| again. Very shortly he will smell sweetly when he will hear a weird | 28 |
| to wean. By gorgeous,that boy will blare some knight when he will | 29 |
| take his dane's pledges and quit our ingletears, spite of undesirable | 30 |
| parents, to wend him to Amorica to quest a cashy job. That keen | 31 |
| dean with his veen nonsolance! O, I adore the profeen music! | 32 |
| Dollarmighty! He is too audorable really, eunique! I guess to | 33 |
| have seen somekid like him in the story book, guess I met some- | 34 |
| where somelam to whom he will be becoming liker. But hush! | 35 |
| How unpardonable of me! I beg for your venials, sincerely I do. | 36 |