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 bare leggit, wi' bleart cheeks an a watery nose, curling an banning, greeting an flyting.

Mith: Indeed he’s out in the yard pu'ing kail-runts.

Mar. A black end on him an his runts baith for he's ruin'd me and my bairn.

Mith. Ruined you! it canna be; he never did you ill, nor said you ill, by night nor by day, what gars you say that?

Mar. O woman! our Jenny is a rowing like a pack o' woo'; indeed she's wi' quick bairn, and your John is the father o't.

Mith. Our John the father o't! haud, there's enough said, lieing lown; I trow our John was ne'er guilty o' sic a sinfu' action: Daft woman, I trow but it'll be wind, that hoves up the lassie's wame; she'll hae drucken some sour drink, raw sowens, or rotten milk, makes her sae ill.

Mar. A wae be to him and his actions baith, he's the father o't, fornicator dog it he is, he's ruin'd me and my bairn; I bore her and brought her up honestly, till she came to you: Her father died, and left me wi' four o' them; there wasna ane o' them cou'd pit on anither's claes, or tak a louse aff ither.

Mith. I bid you had your tongue, an no even your bystarts to my bairn, for he'll ne'er tak