Tell me all about it, Sonny.

Then I'll undo this parcel for you," he coaxed.
"Oh, I don't wemember.

They buck a lot by the tents and then Thir Theymour Thtukeley goes and fights Thir Matthew and kills him, and it'th awful lovely, but they dreth up like kids at a party in big collars and silly kit." "Yes, I know," murmured the Major.

"Tell me what they say when they buck to each other by the tents, and when they talk about the 'hilt-thrust,' old chap." "Oh, I don't wemember.

I'll listen next time I dweam it, and tell you.
Chucko's egg was all brown--not white like those cook brings from the bazaar.