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21 face was as whitly-like as a well bleached dishclout, he look ’d as if he had been eaten and spued again, but at lenngth he came to the bride’s door; and he goes, vi i’ a brattle, crying, How’s a’ here the day ? and wha’s com’d o’ thy mither lassie? O Saunders, said the bride, she. is away to the town, what came o’ you yesterday ? she waited on you the whole day ; and gart her lose a whole day’s trade lad, and she’s awa this morning cursing { like a heathen, and swearing, Be-go,that that ye hae gien her the begunk,

Sawny. A dole woman, i took a sud- den blast in the hame gaing, and was never so near dead in my life

And wha think ye was in the house with Kate the bride, but the wee button ot a tailor, who sat and sewed on a ta_ ble, cocking like a frog on a trencher but when he kend wha was come, he, leaped down on the floor, cuist a dash o pride like a little bit prince, he **** about, and so out he goes with the tear in his eye. and his tail between his feet, like a half worried colley dog

Sawney. Now Katty do you ken what I’m com’d about ?

Kate O yet, my mither tell’d me