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down very kindly, saying, "My dear and my lamb, do ye think theare is ony o' your banes broken? and what part o' you is sairest: and what will I get to do good?" "Oh!" said he, "Girzy, I'm a' brizzled atween the feet," "Are ye indeed," quoth she, "then I wish you had broken your neck, that I night a gotten anither, useless ae way, and useless mae ways, upon my word, ye's no be here, gang whare ye like."
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MISFORTUNE XII.
Now as poor John was turned out o' doors next morning, to go awa hirpling on a staff,
one came and told him his mother had died last night. On hoch! said John, and is my mither clean dead! O an she wad but look down through the lift, and see how I'm guided this morning, I'm sure she wad send Death for me too. I'm out o' a mither and out o' wife, out o' my health & strength, and a' my warklooms." His Mother-in law came and pleaded for him: "Haud your tongue, Mither," said Girzy, if ye kend what ail'd
