One of them, and he was the principal personage, was holding a fryingpan by its long handle; and in the fryingpan were lamp-wicks, which were called in the patois of the country farets.

[…] although the foraminiferal content is pauce.

I daresay he's got other things to think of. I'll set all that right to-morrow.

The fragment of the childish hymn with which he sung and crooned himself asleep.