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 body: a deil speed you and your justice, sir. Hute tute, ye're a' coming on me like a wheen colly dogs, hunting awa a poor raggit chapman frae the door. So out she goes cursing and greeting.

Sandy is next called upon, and in he goes.

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

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

The minister looks at him and says, Hute, tute, Saunders, lay down four pundpound [sic] 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.

San.—Well, here's your siller, sir, I hae gotten but poor penny-worths for't, an' ye tell me to repent for't; what, the auld thief, needs I repent!