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Mither. Hout awa, daft doug it thou is, that's no the gate; thou maun gang in wi’ braw good manners, and something manfu’, put on a Sunday’s faee, and sigh as ye were a saint, sit down beside her, as ye were a Mess John, keek aye till her now and then wi’ a stowen look, and haud your mouth as mim and grave as a May-puddoek, or a whore at a christening; eraek well o’ our wealth, and hide our poverty.
Sawny. Ay, but mither there is some ither way in eourting nor that, or the lassies would na couple so close to them.
Mither. Ay, but Sawny man there’s a time for every thing, and that too; when ye sit where naebody sees you, you may tak her head in your oxter like a creesh pig; dab nebs wi’ her now and then; but be sure you keep a elose mouth when you kiss her, elap her cheeks and straik her paps, but for your drowning gang na farther down; but fouks that’s married can put their hand to ony part they like.
Sawny. Aha but mither I didna ken the first word o’ eourting, the lassie I’ll no ken what I’m eom’d about.
Mither. Ay will she lad, wink and keek well to her, she’ll hae a guess, seek a quiet word of her at the door, and gin it be dark, gie her a bit wee kiss when ye hae tell‘d her your errand, and
