[ATTHIS?]: . . ., it is high time that you left for your . . .
. . . till hanging around like a garden in Bab[---?] . . .
[?]: . . . leave you, Atthis? For you are like . . .
. . . [gol]den apple that clings to a golden tree. [. . .]
[ATTHIS?]: . . .[kn]ow you don’t listen. But what I really . . .
. . . is some lovely wool that has come o[?] . . .
. . . [?]re have dyed it a lovely shade of . . .
. . . if I could not sit here and spin [. . .]
