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second waching she wached, she sae the class gevin some of tham to wach
over agane, and my wommans closs on her own expince, and not a word
sad to her, for in my life I never took more panys with my pasion to
command it, and when she lost the shits, I spoke to Janat Gregeson to see
about tham, and that it belonged to her to ansuir to me for tham. I am
sure I wiar you with this subjik only shall till you Milour cam lastt from
Anik, and did cure some ham at Barvick. As for Janat King, she
knows no furder about her, thain that a gintlewoman recommended her
tow her. I am sory for the pour chiney man, for quhen I see him, he
would not believe himself dying. My nice Newark will be very fine,
and it will be cald batter be far than it truly is. She his never ansuered
my latter, but dow not ask her to writ to me. My dear, as to Callendor's
a Count, its all reght. I gott the money for that stuffe he pleast in your
acount, and with it payd the lining af my grin striped night goun, and a
baxtor wee oud tuilf poand tow, he leves besids Mr. Gellandours ;
you know you pay'd Campbell for the out sid, but, from Mr. Simors,
I bought the other sid of my Gown. I am sory my commicions dos
in the lestt plauge my dear. I shall serve you as amuch att meeting,
providing itt be befor the begening of the next month ; I hope befor
this corns to your hand, thars some accomidacion mead of your bes-
nes, for I am hartly tyrd of it as well as you. Burne his sant home
word hes coming to rope her furnater. This his man Arche Wright told
to the follies of Stirling, quhen thay wear thar at the sacramant last Sun-
day. I am run dry for want off more subjik butt repeticions. I am yours
without resarve, and beds my dear good night, ffridey 8 a clok at night.
A very raney night.
Iff my dear brings his mistres aney sweeties, lat it be sugar cara-
way, for hears not to by, and I want some. Latt them be good.
Archey's book must have the nots.
I shall send the box for the hats.
My blessing to Mary. Adieu my dearest dear.