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