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(9), fluts of daughters, that would do nothing but ly in their bed in the morning, till, as the laying is, The, fuo was like to burn hole in their backdes. The old woman being at this time buſy bleaching ſome clotlı, was very early at work in the morning, and Leper's patience was worn out with the lazineſs of his two fifters, and he rcfolved to play a trick on them, for thcir reformation : So be goes and gets a mortcloth and spreads it upon the bed above them, and ſends the dead-bell thro' , the town, inviting the people, to his fifters' burial the next day, at four a'sui's sitcroon, for incy rac leu fudder;1y. This brought all the neighbour-wives in, who one after another lifted the mortcloth, and ſaid, with a great figh, They're gone to their reft, 2 fedden call. indeed! Their aunt hearing of this fudden news, came running in all hafte, and coming through the green where their mother, was at work, who was ignorant of the ſtory, fie cries ont, I'y upon you, women, fy upon you! What's the matter, fifter ? ſays the mother. Says the aunt, I think you may let your work ſtand for ae day, when your daughters are lying corpſe.--My bairns corpſe! ſays ſhe; I am ſure they went to bed hail and ſiar laft. niglit. But I tell you, ſays the ither fifter, the dead-bell has been through the town, wanting the folk to the burial! Then the and ther cried out, О the villain ! o the in, that he did not ſend me word! So
