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