rā

I had “dropped,” as we used to say in the R. A. F. in those days, “a tremendous clanger.”

Well, if it were a foreign name it would probably be Marie B-r-a-c-q—if you are sure you've pronounced it right.

“T-h-e f-i-n-e-s-t s-i-l-k r-a-g-s,” he expostulated 95 again holding two fingers under the nose of Rags Habakuk.

I think I shall be able to d-r-a-w-l like him by two oclock to-morrow, when he leaves.

An artist,” he continued, “Waller, R. A.––you know the name?

He was interested in the unfinished surname, and spelled out the letters carefully, B-r-a.