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maried, an' syne ye cock them up to be looked on an laugh'd at by every body: a deil speed you an' your jusstice, sir. Hout, tout, ye're a'coming on me like a wheen colly dogs hunting awa a poor ragget chapman frae the door. So out she goes cursing and greeting. Sandy is next called upon, and in he goes.
Min.—Now, Saunders, you must tell us how this child was gotten?
San.—A now, Mess John, sir, ye hae bairns o' your ain, how did you get them? but yours are a' laddies, and mine is but a lassie; sae if you tell me how you got your laddies, I'll tell you got my lassie, and then we'll be baith alike good o' the business.
The minister looked at him and said, Hout, tout, Saunders, lay down four pund and a groat, and come back the morn to the stool, and give satisfaction to the congregation; you had more need to be seeking repentance
