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com'd o' thy mither, lassie? O Saunders said the bride, she's awa to the town; what came o ye yesterday, she waited on you the whole day, ye gart her lose a day's trade, lad; and she s away this morning cursing like a heathen, and swearing Bego that ye hae gien her the begunk
Sawny. A dole woman, I took a sudden blast in the hame gaun, and was never sae near dead in my life.
And wha think you was in company wi Kate the bride, but the wee button of a tailor, who sat and sew'd on a table, cocking like a t--d on a trencher; but when he kent wha was come, he leaped down on the floor, coost a dash o' pride like a little bit prince, bobbet about, and so out he goes, with the tear in his eye, and his tail between his feet like a half worried dog.
Sawny. Now, Katie, do ye ken what I'm com'd about?
Kate. O yes, my mither tell'd me; but I'm no ready yet; I hae twa gowns to spin and things to make.
Sawny. Hute, things, to mak ye hae as mony things as ye'll need, woman; canna ye spin gowns in your ain house wi' me, as weel as here, wi' an auld girning mither?
Kate. But dear Saunders, ye maun gie a body time to think on't—twad be ill-far'd to rush thegither just at the first.
