| took the ham of, the plain being involved in darkness, low cirque | 1 |
| waggery, nay, even the first old wugger of himself in the flesh, | 2 |
| whiggissimus incarnadined, when falsesighted by the ifsuchhewas | 3 |
| bully on the hill for there had circulated freely fairly among his | 4 |
| opposition the feeling that in so hibernating Massa Ewacka, who, | 5 |
| previous to that demidetached life, had been known of barmi- | 6 |
| cidal days, cook said, between soups and savours, to get outside | 7 |
| his own length of rainbow trout and taerts atta tarn as no man | 8 |
| of woman born, nay could, like the great crested brebe, devour | 9 |
| his threescoreten of roach per lifeday, ay, and as many minnow a | 10 |
| minute (the big mix, may Gibbet choke him!) was, like the salmon | 11 |
| of his ladderleap all this time of totality secretly and by suckage | 12 |
| feeding on his own misplaced fat. | 13 |
| Ladies did not disdain those pagan ironed times of the firs; | 14 |
| city (called after the ugliest Danadune) when a frond was a friend | 15 |
| inneed to carry, as earwigs do their dead, their soil to the earth- | 16 |
| ball where indeeth we shall calm decline, our legacy unknown. | 17 |
| Venuses were gigglibly temptatrix, vulcans guffawably eruptious | 18 |
| and the whole wives' world frockful of fickles. Fact, any human | 19 |
| inyon you liked any erenoon or efter would take her bare godkin | 20 |
| out, or an even pair of hem, (lugod! lugodoo!) and prettily pray | 21 |
| with him (or with em even) everyhe to her taste, long for luck, | 22 |
| tapette and tape petter and take pettest of all. (Tip!) Wells she'd | 23 |
| woo and wills she's win but how the deer knowed where she'd | 24 |
| marry! Arbour, bucketroom, caravan, ditch? Coach, carriage, | 25 |
| wheelbarrow, dungcart? | 26 |
Kate Strong, a widow (Tiptip!) she pulls a lane picture for | 27 |
| us, in a dreariodreama setting, glowing and very vidual, of old | 28 |
| dumplan as she nosed it, a homelike cottage of elvanstone with | 29 |
| droppings of biddies, stinkend pusshies, moggies' duggies, rotten | 30 |
| witchawubbles, festering rubbages and beggars' bullets, if not | 31 |
| worse, sending salmofarious germs in gleefully through the | 32 |
smithereen panes Widow Strong, then, as her weaker had | 33 |
| turned him to the wall (Tiptiptip!), did most all the scavenging | 34 |
| from good King Hamlaugh's gulden dayne though her lean | 35 |
| besom cleaned but sparingly and her bare statement reads that, | 36 |