I fear that--" She was by now drawing back the curtain, and as her eyes took in the marks of wet all over the floor the current of her thoughts changed: "Why, laddie, whativer hae ye been doin' wi' yer baith?
Oh, the mess ye hae made! 'Tis sinful to gie sic trouble an' waste.

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" And so she went on.

I was glad to hear the tirade, which was only what a good housewife, outraged in her sentiments of order, would have made.