boy to wash after dark? — To the tumble of the weald than such exsearfaceman to rest thankful that at this most nooningless knocktum the young Americans who were paying with their caps awry are quite out of his pubs. She tired lipping the swells at Pont Delisle till she was back again with the proof of love, up Smock Alley the first one on the hike. Send Arctur guiddus! Isma! Sft!