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name, nor yet where I bide: he just gi'es me a                paper at ance. Sae, sir, either gi'e me a paper or my siller back again, ony of them you like.' 'Would you let us look at one of Provost 's                papers? said the banker. 'O, ay, sir.' A re- ceipt from the bank in Arbroath was now pro- duced: in consequence of which they were enabled to give a proper voucher for the deposit. 'Now, sir, could ye no dune that at first, an' saved yoursel' a' that fasherie?' said the coun- tryman, putting up his papers without looking at them.

22. Margery Bell, a canty old wife of 65, who gained an honest livelihood by selling apples, who had been three times a bride, and as often a widow, lately took it into her head to be mar- ried again. Her joe was a widdower of the name of James McDonald, ten years younger than herself, who served in the army in the days of his youth, and who unfortunately for the peace of poor Maggy, is a veteran in wooing as well as in fighting or in other words, 'too old a                cat to draw a straw before.' On Monday week, Maggy went out to her frien James, and requested it as a favour that he would, 'speak to' a neighbour to allow her the privilege of                stowing “the naist valuable o' her bits o'                 furniture in his garret, as the laird was threatening to pound them for rent.” McDonald's                 answer was a very gallant one--"Maggy," said he, "ye ken we are widdowers, and I dinna                see why we should pay twa rents, since ane