Argyle papers

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XIX.
THE SAME TO THE SAME.
My dear chalenges me for nott writing as small as him self, but that
I cannot dow, but to love I can as well as you ; I long for your home
coming. In this day's latter from you I have some hop yet it will be
Tuesday or Wadensday, when falls our fare, even the grat preparations
in this town is meat and drink for that day, and I shall be clean wached
ffor my ladey to give me my flaring — you please me with the news offapre-
handing Janatt Broun. All hear in this hous ar in joy, hoping to see
her hear, ffor truly she his with her nebor bean a wild speaker off this
hous, so that when baley Cristey took blood from the maed my mother
sant, his wife told the stranger, how thatt my maeds that was gone, told
thay wear starved, and the maed sae she had a mind to know ffrom her
how it was, and as she tills she told the biley's wife she sae nothing like
that. The sam this day tow strangers in the meall market told Janat,
Mrs, they say your sarvants is starved, and she ansured whatt way dow
wee spand 6 pickes off meall every week, and thay sad that's very true ;
so in all reason cas that slutt come up hear, that before witness I may
confutt her, and maek her an lyr in every thing, she pretinds mead her run
away. I have ingaged won for the kichon, that I got to work the day af-
ther the other want away, and the mad my mother sant is still hear, and is
to rub and purge her ffor her ich, and I am to keep her. My dear, you
writ, its not good management to part with sarvants ; you may remember
I allways thought so, and dos still more ffor thous tow that run away.
I was nott resolved to part with tham, nor thay with me, untill thay
wear desired to sat up the whills on the same day thay run away.
Now jugs iff it had bean for sore or hard work, whey not runn away quhen
att the worstt, for Janat was told she was not to wach aney more, for the