it to  to  discommoded by my boots.

    tter, did my master, as long as it takes me to lick t off my dicky. ears up ion: quot;Look not for any peace, my ; o tys tyranny, dazzled am I by torments cannot be assuaged.quot; ts not to t one ninny bethem already!

    quot;Speak from t,quot; I finally ex. quot;And all good women reak, sir; convince ion and s;

    quot; your advice, Puss, Ill ask for it,quot;  once y-toity. But at last o pen ten pages; a rake, a profligate, a card-so rack and ruin w  were a glimpse of grace, ion.

    O a masterpiece he penned!

    quot;Sucears s at ; says my tabby friend.

    quot;Oabs, sabs -- I never meant to ed cat! And put  to  and s  sent oo mucue to and  is.quot;

    An admirable little note t urn, per Figaro s a responsive yet uncompromising tone. For, says s a glimpse of his person?

    ter once, times; s and will see me! I shis very evening!

    So,  to tar o buy and most, if I may say so, outlandis in some kind of vagabond mountebanks outfit ered coat  braying in truck zany, lovelorn loon ered o make it ate.

    tar  sucs in tter and crasle talls, sucion of ballad-singers and oration of nostrum-peddlers and pertubation of errand boys t t  to ;O; ance uck on tty as a painted stage, and so is s a grace-note. Does she see him? Never a glance.

    quot;Up you go, Puss; tell o look my ;

    If rococos a piece of cake, t ce, tasteful, early Palladian stumped many a better cat ts time. Agilitys not in it, o Pal