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of the table, as uſual, laid the cloth on every one's knee, where with to hold their egg in when hot; when ſupper was over; the prieſt looked down between his legs, and seeing the white cloth, thought it was his own ſhirt-tail, and very ſlyly ſlaps it into his breeches dit and bit, which the lady and her maid obſerved, but was aſhamed to challenge him: So home he went, with the ſervet in his breeches, and knew nothing of it till going to bed, when it fell from him; his wife enquired how he came by it? but he could not tell, and was ſurpriſed how he came to have more bulk in his breeches than formerly! but perceiving the name, they ſent it back again. The prieſt pleaded to be excuſed, and owned himſelf only a thief through ignorance.
As two maids were coming from the milking of their cows, one of them ſtepping over a ſtile, fell and ſpilled the whole pail-full of milk from her head. O, ſaid the what will I do! what will I do! O, ſaid the other maid, let it go, who can help it now, you can't make it up again, it is not your maiden-head.—My maidenhead!
