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Heukbane," said the woman of letters, pursing up her mouth, "ye ken my gudeman likes to ride the expresses himsell we maun gie our ain fish-guts to our ain sea-maws it's a red half-guinea to him every time he munts his mear; and I dare say he'll be in sune or I dare to say, it's the same thing whether the gentleman gets the express this night or early next morning." "Only that Mr.
Heukbane," said the woman of letters, pursing up her mouth, "ye ken my gudeman likes to ride the expresses himsell we maun gie our ain fish-guts to our ain sea-maws it's a red half-guinea to him every time he munts his mear; and I dare say he'll be in sune or I dare to say, it's the same thing whether the gentleman gets the express this night or early next morning." "Only that Mr.
Heukbane; "pride will hae a fa' he hasna settled his account wi' my gudeman, the deacon, for this twalmonth he's but slink, I doubt." "Nor wi' huz for sax months," echoed Mrs. Shortcake "He's but a brunt crust." "There's a letter," interrupted the trusty postmistress, "from his son, the captain, I'm thinking the seal has the same things wi' the Knockwinnock carriage.
Lovel will be in town before the express gaes aff," said Mrs. Heukbane; "and where are ye then, lass? But ye ken yere ain ways best." "Weel, weel, Mrs. Heukbane," answered Mrs.
Heukbane and Mrs. Shortcake "Weel, weel, leddies," said the postmistress, "we'se sit down and crack about it. Baby, bring ben the tea-water Muckle obliged to ye for your cookies, Mrs. Shortcake and we'll steek the shop, and cry ben Baby, and take a hand at the cartes till the gudeman comes hame and then we'll try your braw veal sweetbread that ye were so kind as send me, Mrs. Heukbane."
Heukbane and Mrs. Shortcake "Weel, weel, leddies," said the postmistress, "we'se sit down and crack about it. Baby, bring ben the tea-water Muckle obliged to ye for your cookies, Mrs. Shortcake and we'll steek the shop, and cry ben Baby, and take a hand at the cartes till the gudeman comes hame and then we'll try your braw veal sweetbread that ye were so kind as send me, Mrs. Heukbane."
"Show me! show me!" quoth the wives of the chief butcher and chief baker; and threw themselves on the supposed love-letter, like the weird sisters in Macbeth upon the pilot's thumb, with curiosity as eager and scarcely less malignant. Mrs. Heukbane was a tall woman she held the precious epistle up between her eyes and the window. Mrs.
"Now, that's downright shamefu'," said Mrs. Heukbane, "to scorn the poor silly gait of a lassie after he's keepit company wi' her sae lang, and had his will o' her, as I make nae doubt he has." "It's but ower muckle to be doubted," echoed Mrs. Shortcake; "to cast up to her that her father's a barber and has a pole at his door, and that she's but a manty-maker hersell! Hout fy for shame!"
Lovel will be in town before the express gaes aff," said Mrs. Heukbane; "and where are ye then, lass? But ye ken yere ain ways best." "Weel, weel, Mrs. Heukbane," answered Mrs.
Heukbane; "he'll make as muckle about buying a forequarter o' lamb in August as about a back sey o' beef. Mailsetter, my dear. Ah, lasses! an ye had kend his brother as I did mony a time he wad slip in to see me wi' a brace o' wild deukes in his pouch, when my first gudeman was awa at the Falkirk tryst weel, weel we'se no speak o' that e'enow." "I winna say ony ill o'this Monkbarns," said Mrs.
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