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 three days; it’s o’er lang a term, to see without a thought.

Sawny Wode I think you a camste- rie piece of stuff; it’s true enough our mither said o* ye, that ye’re nae for a poor man.

Kate An’ what mair said she o* me ?

Sawney. Wode she said ye cou’d do naething but wash mugs an’ scour gen- tlemen’s bonny things; but hussies that’- bred amang gentle houses, minds me os my mither’s car, but ye are far costlier’ to keep, for the cat neither wastes sape norwater, but spits in her luse and wa- shes her ain face, and wheens o’ you s can do nae ither thing, and up he gets.

Kate. O Saunders, but ye be short; canna ye no stay till my mither comes hame.

Sawny, I’ve staid lang enough for a- ny thing the better I’ll be; an’ I’m nae sae short as your totum of a tailor it I cou’d stap in my shoe, fae cou’d I een.

Hame he goes in a passion, and to his bed he ran, crying, O death ! death! I ^thought the jade would a jumped at me. O mither! gar mak my kist, and gae bake my burial bread, for I’ll die this