| 1 | The ragged ma fantastic drags a waggon of rag fragments. | |
| 2 | I shouted, "Don't come, " thinking I was half-naked. | |
| 3 | Clothing throughout the year not Biti, the hungry, in the life of Oliver, struggling. | |
| 4 | Many would be scantily clad if clothed in their humility. | |
| 5 | " and ran to us. I shouted, "Don't come, " thinking I was half-naked. |