And haste, 'tis time for bairns ta hame. Chickchilds, comeho to
roo. Comehome to roo, wee chickchilds doo, when the wild-
worewolf's abroad. Ah, let's away and let's gay and let's stay
chez where the log foyer's burning!

It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon
marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvem-
marea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves
frieren. There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything. Or
just for rugs. Zoo koud! Drr, deff, coal lay on and, pzz, call us
pyrress! Ha. Where is our highly honourworthy salutable spouse-
founderess? The foolish one of the family is within. Haha ! Huzoor,
where's he? At house, to's pitty. With Nancy Hands.Tcheetchee!