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"Oh, I‘m Wat, Wat!"
The father of the Rev. Mr. Steven of Largs, was the son of a farmer, who lived next farm to Mossgiel. When a boy of eight, he found "Robbie" who was a great friend of his, and of all the children, engaged digging a large trench in a field, Gilbert, his brother, with him. The boy pausing on the edge of the trench, and looking down upon Burns, said, "Robbie, what‘s that ye‘re doin‘?" "Howkin‘ a muckle hole, Tammie." "What for?" "To bury the Deil in, Tammie!" (one can fancy how those eyes would glow.) "A‘but, Robbie," said the logical Tammie, "hoo‘re ye to get him in?" "Ay" said Burns, "that‘s it, hoo are we to get Him in!" and went off into shouts of laughter; and every now and then during that summer day shouts would come from that hole, as the idea came over him. If one could only have daguerreotyped his day‘s fancies!
"What is love, Mary?" said Seventeen to Thirteen, who was busy with her English lessons.
"Love! what do you mean, John?"
"I mean,
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