miniſter were an auld wife, he wad ken what the want o’ a bit man is as weel as I. And a’ this began about Wanton Wat the town-taylor, that promis’d to tak me gin ſic a time, or tell me what for; mony a pickle weel butter’d kail-bleds I gied him, held out frae my ain wame and ſtappit in a his, he ſaid he wad do as muckle to me again, but he has na don’t fauſe lown carle it he was, cheated me out o’ ſax pund an twa ſarks, an then gar’d me mak a fool o’ myſel when the laird’s ducket was bigget, and made a’ white to gar the dows come, he ſaid, an my window war as white they wad come to me too, and I, like a poor fool, took a baſin fu’ o’ good bearmeal, and made it drammock, and whitened a’ my window wi’t, but the never a dow came near hand me the mair o’t, but a’ the town dogs came pycking and licking at it night and day, I was plagued wi’ them, till a gude ſhoor came and washt it awa agen, the laird and every body came to look and laugh at it.
Janet’s Advice to Maggy, concerning Marriage.
While these two old Haverels were thus diſcoursing together at their rocks, amongſt other things, Maggy told Janet, that altho’ ſhe was now above a hundred years of age, ſhe had a great desire for a husband, but that ſhe would be obliged to uſe ſome methods and enticements to make the young men fall in love wi’ her. Upon which, Janet gave her the following witty advice.
