One Saturday night, a whole washing of old Mrs Pernickity's that had been sent to be calendered, vanished like lightning, no one knew where: the old lady was neither to hold nor bind; and nothing would serve her, but having both the old woman and her daughter committed to the Tolbooth.

So to the Tolbooth they went, weeping and wailing; followed by a crowd, who cried loudly out at the sin and iniquity of the proceeding; because the honesty of the prisoners, although impeached, was unimpeachable; the mob were furious; and before the Sunday sun arose, old Mrs Pernickity awakened with a sore throat, every pane of her windows having been miraculously broken during the dead hours.
"The mother and the daughter were kept in custody until the Monday; when, as they were standing making a declaration of their innocence before the justices, who should come in but Francie Deep, the Sheriff-officer, with an Irish vagrant and his wife--two tinklers who were lodging in the Back- row, and in whose possession the bundle was found bodily, basket and all.
Such a cheering as the folk set up! it did all honest folk's hearts good to hear it.

Mrs Pernickity and her lass, to save their bacon, were obliged to be let out by a back door; and, as the justices were about to discharge the two prisoners, who had been so unjustly and injuriously suspected, a stranger forced his way to the middle of the floor, and took the old woman in his arms!" "Charlie Cheeper returned, for a gold guinea," said I.
"And no other it was," said Peter, resuming his comical story.

"The world had flowed upon him to his heart's desire.

Over in Virginia he had given up the baking business, and commenced planter; and, after years of industrious exertion, having made enough and to spare, he had returned to spend the rest of his days in peace and plenty, in his native town." "Not to interrupt you," added I, "Mr Farrel, I think I could wager something mair." "You are a witch of a guesser I know, Mansie," said Peter; "and I see what you are at.