es tossing me mam a killing look as s t no room for tes ually by tation of a Carême or a Soyer acracks to croquembouche rage.

    quot;For isnt it Alberlin, co t ts uck  fat co broad Yorks of  slippers. . .quot;

    Conceived upon a kitcable, born upon a kitco , far more aptly, my arrival  in table fusillade of copper-bottom kitcympani; and tter of ladle against disurnspit dogs all : quot;Bo;

    It being, as you mige, a good tober, Sir and Madam being in London tains a fine style all by ting in aking of t Boo les to  so fetc, just topping tea-cup up airs as if a Cra started up its woodblocks and xylophones, crash, wallop.

    quot; on earto?quot; elocutes t tones, giving t vicious tug to jerk t of her.

    quot;O; quavers ttle skivvyette. quot;tis nobbut t;

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    Due to my mot;oquot; in quot;obesequot;, and t loyalty and affection to, amid o , since s so relieve my mot due to ted arrival and to get in some mincing and pomaded gent to cter up. Beloairs sately yet none too stable progress due to tea s of o the door.

    a spectacle greets  c,  time. My mot , ly sire kitctitudes of adoration, eacensil and giving out t merry rattle of trulys first lullaby.

    Alas, my cradle song soon peters out in tinkle as t  eye.

    quot;s -- ;

    quot;A bonny boy!quot; croons me mam, planting a smacking kiss on tender fore her pillowing bosom.

    quot;Out of t; cries t;; she adds.

    But  (except my mottack truments ing in unison: