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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
"Then you are as cross as she is," answered the boy; "and when mamma comes home she'll claw up both your mittens."
"Hush your impertinence, you little forward imp," said his father; "where is your tutor?"
"Gone to a wedding at Dunbar—I hope he'll get a haggis to his dinner;" and he began to sing the old Scottish song,
"There was a haggis in Dunbar,
Fal de ral, &c.
Mony better and few waur,
Fal de ral," &c.
"I am much obliged to Mr Cordery for his attentions," said the Lord Keeper; "and pray who has had charge of you while I was away, Mr Henry?"
"Norman and Bob Wilson—forbye my own self."
"A groom and a game-keeper, and your own silly self—proper guardians for a young advocate!—Why, you will never
