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man, said she, ye’re a hearty fallow, and I hae need o’ a’ these things, but a bane kame I maun hae; for our Sannoek’s head is a’ hotehen, and our John’s is little better, for an’ let them alane but ae eight days, they grow as grit as grossets. And here I sold a bane kame and a napkin, for she believed sueh a douse lad as I had no hand in making the boy burn the bone comb.
The next house I eame into, there was a very little tailor sitting on a table, like a t—d on a trencher, with his legs plet over other, made me imagine he was a sucking three-footed tailor; first I sold him a thimble, and then he wanted needles whieh I showed him, one paper after another; he looked their eyes and trying their nibs in his sleeve, dropt the ones he thought proper on the ground between his feet, where he sat in a dark corner near the fire, thinking I did not perceive him. O said he them needles of yours are not good, man, I’ll not buy any of them. I do not think you need, said I, taking them out of his hand, and ⟨lights⟩ a eandle that was standing near by; eome, ⟨said⟩ I, sit about, you thieving dog, till I gather up my needles, then gathers up ten of them.
Come, said he, I’ll buy twa penny worth of ⟨them⟩ frae ye, I hae troubled you sae muckle; no, ⟨said⟩ I, you lousied dog, I’ll sell you none, if there’s ⟨any⟩ on the ground, seek them up and stap them ⟨on⟩ a beast’s a—se; but if ye were a man, I would
