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twice from my sleep by telling me breakfast is ready, and now you are attempting to strip off the bed-clothes: what do you mean?" "Why," replied Pompey, "If you isn't goin' to git up, I must hab de sheet any how, 'cause dey'r waitin' for de table clof."
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THE LAIRD DE GARSCADDEN.
Garscadden, and another country squire, happened one day, after a keen day's sport, to visit rather unexpectedly, the residence of a Water-of-Endrick husbandman. The sportsmen were very cordially received by the family, and among other apologies the landlord regretted that dinner was over, as he had just finished some excellent chickens. "Mak nae apologies, George," said Garscad, "I weel believe what you say, for I see the feathers (alluding to the marks of some pease brose) still on your breast.
