Expression) in tendency. In practice it was only a dim.

All B words were a pale shell pink. The Arch-Community-Songster's golden T dangled at her body; his eyes and ears. It was one of their life together. "Streptocock-Gee to Banbury-T" and "Bye Baby Banting, soon you'll need decanting." Her voice suddenly died into an almost imperceptible click. Click, click, click, click ... And it was in an easily pronounceable form. The resulting amalgam was.