 Forgive me, quick. I'm going. Goodbye. And you clock your watch. Forget me not. You're even low, so safe to turn as any. My sights are swimming ticker on me by the shadows to this place. I saw home slowly now by my own way, my valley way, to where I too, brought mine. Ah, but she was the queer old skiosha anyhow, finally we have trained her toes. I'm sure he was the queer old bunse too. Dear dirty dumplings, who's their father of fingers and dotha heels? Dotha and Gammer were all their gangsters. I think he's seven dams from Waithin, and every dam had her seven crutches, and every crutch had its seven hues, and each hue had a differing cry. Sons for me and supper for you, and the doctor's bill for George on.