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 30 THE PROCEEDINGS OF

Mith. Hont tout I canna hear o't, but they'll be nae fear o' me now, I'm ſafe at my ain door, thanks to thee an' the auld beaſt it brought me; heat my feet wi' the bannock ſtane, an' lay me in my hed, fling for pair o' blankets an' a cann'es on me, I'll be weel enough an' ance I were better, ſwith Maggy gae mak me a cogfu' o' milk broſe, an' a plack's worth-o' ſpice in them, nae fear of an auld wife as lang as ſhe's looſe behin, an' can tak meat.

Jock. I'ſe be't mither, a e'en fill up the boſs o' your belly, you'll ſtand to the ſtorm the better, I'ſe warran ye never die as lang as you can tak your meat.

Ben comes Maggy wi' the broſe; but four ſoups an' a flag fill'd her to the teeth, till ſhe began to book them back again, and ding awa the diſh.

Jock A mither, mither, I doubt there's mair ado wi you nor a diſh to li when ye refuſe guid milk meat, I'm doubtfu' your mouth be gaun to the mules.

Mith. A dear Johnny am no willen to die if I could do better: but this will be a fair winter on auld fra fouks, yet an' I wou'd grow better I might live theſe twenty years yet, an' be nae auld wife for a' that: but alake a day there is e'en mony auld fouk dying this year.

Jock. A deed mither, there is fouks dying the year that never died before.

Mith. Dear Johnny, wilt thou bring me the doctor he may do me ſome guid, for an' my heart warna ſick an' my head fae fair, I think I may grow better yet.

Jock. A weel mither, I'ſe bring the doctor, the miniſter an' my uncle.

Mith. Na, na, bring nae miniſters to me, his dry cracks 'll do me but little guid, I dinna want to ſe his powder'd pow, an' I in fic an ill condition; get m a pint o' drams in the muckle bottle, an' ſet it in the bol in the back ſide o' my hed.

Jock. A deed mither ye're in the right o't, for y want to be weel warm'd within, to chace the cauld wind o' Dolly water out at your back ſide.

Then awa he rins to draff Meg's, at the Kirktown