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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: <I>[[Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky|Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy]]</I>
 <I>[[Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky|smuggy flasky]]!</I>
     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 <I>jeune premier</I> 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