11/12 Jock fand that; for he was coming singing in at the yett, when his maister ran clean ower the tap o' him, and capsized him like a toom barrel; never stopping till he was in at his ain house, and the door baith bolted and barred at his tail. Ye see--'Od! how sound that callant's sleeping," continued Isaac; "he's snoring like a nine-year-auld!" I was glad he had stopped, for I was like to sink through the ground with fear; but no, it would not do. What a noise in the lum! I daresay there's some auld hag of a witch-wife gaun to come rumble doun't. It's no the first time, I'll swear. Hae ye a silver sixpence? |