What did the author send to the rummage sale.
The author had a vexing dream one night.
I had a vexed dream on night.
What was the buoygivingthe street Arab.
Pudding
What sort of dream did the author sea.
How did the angel look.
He had a weary look.
I have never felt so sordid.
There was nothing to grumble at.
The writer wanted to have a diary to take down his.
