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may weel imagine his disgust when at the end o’ that time he got to his feet (of coorse there wis naething wrang wi’ him) and fand his wife coolly sittin’ i’ the next room, readin’ the “Tales o’ the Borders.” Efter that I cam’ hame.^[1]

1. I don’t wonder at this were resolve—if I may be allowed to make the remark without offence—the people were clearly very foolish. The atmosphere of such a home was not healthy for a precocious and observing girl.—Ed.