“Ha, ha,” said he, its nae bairn’s play to be married, I find that already.” His mother-in-law came in and made up peace, went to a cooper and got them a big wooden stoop to carry in their water.
MISFORTUNE II.
Next morning, John was sent to the Flesh-market an errand to his Father-in-law, who gave him a piece of flesh to carry home, and as he was coming out of the market, he saw six or seven of the flesher dogs fall on and worry, at a poor country colly dog; “Justice, justice,” cries John to the dogs, “ye’re but a wheen unmannerly rascals, that fa’s a’ on ae poor beast, heth ye should a’ be put in the toubuoth, and ta’en to the bailies, and hanged for the likes o that; its perfect murder;” and in he runs amongst the dogs, “And be hanged to you a’ the gither, What’s the quarrel? What’s the quarrel? John flings down the flesh he had carrying, and grips the colly, who took John for an
