Come, I'll gie ye a guid hoor's wark
for a place to wash mysel', an' put on a clean sark."
"Hae ye the sark?"
"_I_ HAE't here i' my bag."
"An' what du ye want to put on a clean sark for? What'll ye du whan
ye hae't on?"
"Gie ye anither hoor's wark for the heel o' a loaf an' a drink o'
watter."
"Ye'll be wantin' to be taen on, I s' wad (WAGER) ye a worm!"
"Gien ye cud gie me a day's wark, or maybe twa,--" began Cosmo,
thinking how much rather he would fall in with Lady Joan about the
garden than go up to the house.
"I weel thoucht there sud be mair intil't nor appeart! Ye wad fain
hae the auld man's shune, an' mak sur o' them afore he kickit them
frae him! Ay! It's jist like the likes o' ye! Mine's a place the
like o' you's keen set efter! Ye think it's a' ait an' play! Gang
awa' wi' ye, an' latna me see the face o' ye again, or I s' ca' to
them 'at 'll tak accoont o' ye."
"Hoot, man!" returned Cosmo, and went on turning the ground over,
"ye're unco hard upon a neebor!"
"Neebor! ye're no neebor o' mine! Gang awa' wi' ye, I tell ye!"
"Did naebody never gie' YOU a helpin' han','at ye're sae dooms hard
upo' ane 'at needs ane?"
"Gien onybody ever did, it wasna you."
"But dinna ye think ye're a kin' o' b'un' to du the like again?"
"Ay, to him 'at did it--but I tell ye ye're no the man; sae gang
aboot yer business."
"Someday ye may want somebody ance mair to du ye a guid turn!"
"I hae dune a heap to gie me a claim on consideration.
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