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cock-ups and black caps, gar'd me say muckle o' her; but she's my sonsy dowty for a' that; weel-a-wat she's a weel natured ⟨lassie⟩, and gin she turn an ill-natured wife ⟨I⟩ canna tell.
Sawny. A-Well then I'll venture on her as she is, for my mither's please, an ye're pleased an I'm pleased; wode I'm sure to get her an the tailor has nae bridled her, or ⟨tane⟩ a trying trot o' her.
Matty. But Sawny man, I'll tell you what we'll do, I'll hame and broach her tee night on't, an come ye the morn. ⟨we'll⟩ mak it fu' fast in a wee time, so thou's get mair tocher than a Cramon, gammon to gammon; she has baith blankets and sheets, a covering, and twa cods o' caff, a caff bed and bowster, and hear'st thou my laddie I hae a bit auld hogger, and something in't, thou's get it when I die; but by my suth it will be the last thing that I'll part wi', I kenna what I may need yet—'tis an auld wife that kens her ain weird.
On this they paid their spout and parted; but when Sawny came out, he stoited and staggered like a sturdy stot: molash was chief commander, for Sawny thought every body had| wa heads and four een, and more noses than they needed; while in the dark house he sometimes thought it was the morning of a new day: a hech said he, when was I a night frae my mither before; she'll think I am put in the guard, tane wi'
