LR 1.08.060 {ps} The air was promise.

1.08.056 But Tom shook a-hunting!’
1.08.057 He sprang away crying:
1.08.058 Hey! now! Come Lumpkin!
1.08.059 So he sang, south.
1.08.060 The air was promise.
1.08.061 By the time hobbits.
1.08.062 ‘Here are your burdens!’
1.08.063 Merry, Sam, and winter.
1.08.064 ‘Where does that Frodo.