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 Sawny. Wode she said you cou'd do nae-but scure wash mugs an' gentlemen's y things; but hissies it's bred amang e houses, minds me o' my mither's cat, ye're far costlier to keep, for the cat s neither saep nor water, but spits in lufe an' washes ay at her face; an' s o' you can do nae ither thing. And e gets.

Kate. O Saunders but ye be shor, will stay till my mither c mecome [sic] hame?

Sawny. I stay'd lang enough for ony thing be the better; an' am no sae short as totum of a taylor it I cou'd stap in my  sae cou'd I e'en.

Hame he goes in a great passion, and to bed he ran, crying, O death, death! ought the jade wad a jumpet at me? comfort nor happiness mair for poor Sawny. O mither, gar my kist be made, gae bake my burial bread, for I'll die night, or soon the morn.

But early next morning, in comes auld go, his good-mither, who had left her ghter in tears for the flighting o' poor ny, and hauses him and his mither away et a dinner of dead fish, where a' was ed upon, and the Wedding to be upon Wednesday. No bridal fouks to be, but twa mithers, and themselves twa.