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Sawny. Wode she said you cou'd do nae-but scure wash mugs an' gentlemen's (illegible text)y things; but hissies it's bred amang (illegible text)e houses, minds me o' my mither's cat, ye're far costlier to keep, for the cat (illegible text)s neither saep nor water, but spits in (illegible text)lufe an' washes ay at her face; an' (illegible text)s o' you can do nae ither thing. And (illegible text)e gets.
Kate. O Saunders but ye be shor, will (illegible text) stay till my mither c me hame?
Sawny. I stay'd lang enough for ony thing (illegible text)be the better; an' am no sae short as (illegible text) totum of a taylor it I cou'd stap in my (illegible text) sae cou'd I e'en.
Hame he goes in a great passion, and to bed he ran, crying, O death, death! (illegible text)ought the jade wad a jumpet at me? (illegible text) comfort nor happiness mair for poor Sawny. O mither, gar my kist be made, (illegible text)gae bake my burial bread, for I'll die (illegible text) night, or soon the morn.
But early next morning, in comes auld (illegible text)go, his good-mither, who had left her (illegible text)ghter in tears for the flighting o' poor (illegible text)ny, and hauses him and his mither away (illegible text)et a dinner of dead fish, where a' was (illegible text)ed upon, and the Wedding to be upon Wednesday. No bridal fouks to be, but twa mithers, and themselves twa.
