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About eight and twenty weeks thereafter Maggy had a wally wame fu' o bairns to bear, an ay whan ſke cry'd John cry'd, which made a the kimmers, an auld Kitty the howdie laugh heartily to hear them.
Katty. Here now John, your wife's brought to bed wi' a bra' lad bairn gie him your bleſſing.
Jock. Weel I wat he's no want that, but an there had a beeu as muckle din at the getting o' him, as at the bearing o' him, it ſud ne'er a been gotten for me; Come, come gets in uncle Rabby, the corn riddle fu' o' the three ncuket ſcons, whang down the cheeſe like peats, eat and drink till wi' forget ſorrow, and then weel ſee meſs John about a name till him; ſince we ſee it is the way o't that the young comes and chaces out the auld, wi' maun chriſten them, an they maun burry us:
Now John an his uncle goes to the miniſter he enters, ſaying guideen to you maſter Miniſter ye dinna ken my mither's dead.
Min, Yes John I heard ſo but how is your wife?
Jock. My wife ſtir a wae worth her, for the wives o' our town and I hae gotten a wauking night wi' her; but wi' hae gotten her room'd and ſtill'd again, an ſhe's born a bra' wally thumping ſtirra, he'll herd the kye belive to me an he had hoggers on him, an am come to you to get a bit name to him.
Min. A bit name to him John, if ye want no more nor a bit name to him, you may gie him that yourſelf.
