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20 ain parishes ; and yet ye'll tak the pu frae us for naething but playing the l a wee or we be married, and syne c them up to be looked on and laughed by every body: a deil speed you and y justice, sir. Hute, tute, ye’re a’ coming me like a wheen colly dogs, hunting a a poor raggit chapman frae the door. out she goes cursing and greeting. San is called upon, and in he goes.

Min—Now Saunders, you must tell how this child was gotren.

San—A now Mess John, sir, ye h bairns o' your ain, how did you get them. But yours are a‘ laddies, and mine is but a lassie ; if you tell me how you got your laddies, I'll tell you how I got my lass and then we‘ll be baith like good o' th business.

The minister looks at him, and says Hute, tute, Saunders, lay down four pun and a groat, and come back the morn to the stool, and give satisfaction to the congregation ; you had more need to be seeking repentance for that abominable sin of uncleanness than speaking so to me.