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wi' me, as right as here wi' an auld girning mither.
Kate. But dear Saunders, ye maun gie a body time to think upon't, 'twad be ill-far'd to rush together at the first.
Sawny. And do ye think I hae naething a do but come here every other day hoiting after you, it'll no do, I maun either be aff wi' you, or on wi' you; either tell me or tak me, for I ken o' ither twa, and some of you I will hae, for as I am a sinner, my mither is gaun to be married too, an' she can get a bit man o' ony shape or trade.
Kate. Indeed then, Saunders, since you're in sic a haste, ye maun een tak them that's readiest, for am no ready yet.
Sawny. A dear woman, when your mither and my mither's pleased, and am willing to venture on ye, what a sorrow ails you?
Kate. Na, na, I'll think on't twa or three days; its o'er lang a term to fee without a thought.
Sawny. Wode I think ye're a cumstrarie piece of stuff; it's true enough your mither said o' ye, that ye're not for a poor man.
Kate. And what mair said she of me?
Sawny. Wode she said, ye could do
