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Jan. The poor of the parish, said she, fir a' heit ye gi'e them but wee pickles o' pease meal didna I see't it their pocks; and the master's wife gaes naething ava to unco beggars, but bids them gang hame to their ain parishes: and y(illegible text) ye'll take the purse frae poor folk for naething but playing the loon awee or they be married an' syne cock them up to be looked on ⟨and⟩ laugh'd at by every body; a de'il speed you an your justice sir. Hute tute ye're a coming on me like a wheen colly dogs hunting awa' (illegible text) poor ragged chapman frae the door. So ⟨out⟩ she goes cursing and greeting. Sandy ⟨is⟩ next called upon, and in he goes.
Min. Now Sanders, you must tell us how this child was gotten.
San. A now Mess John, sir, ye hae bairn o' your ain, how did you get them. But your are a' laddies and mine is but a lassie, if you'(illegible text) tell me how you got your laddies, I'll tell you how I got my lassie, and then we'll be baith a'ike good o' the business.
The minister looks at him, and says, Hute tute, Sanders, lay down four pund and a groat and come back to morrow to the stool and ⟨give⟩ satisfaction to the congregation; you had ⟨more⟩ need to be seeking repentance for that abominable sin of uncleanness than speaking so to me.
San. Well here your siller sir, I hae gotten but poor peeny worths for't, and so ye tell me to
