Mith. Daft woman, what way wad the warld stand if folks wadna mak use of ither; ’Tis the thing that’s natural bairns getting; therefore it’s no to be scunner’d at.
Mag. Aye, aye, but an they be for the like of that, they should marry.
Mith. But I think there’s little ill though they try it ance or twice or they be married; ’tis an unco thing for a body to be bound to a business or they ken whether they be able for it or no.
Mag. Aye, aye, that’s your way of doing and his, but it’s no the way of ither honest fouk; see what the Minister will say to it.
Mith. The Minister is but a mortal man, and there’s defections in his members as well as in mine.
Mag. Aye, but fouk should aye strive to mortify their members.
Mith. Aye, aye mortify their members that’s your Whiggery, indeed; But will you or ony body else, wi your mortifying of your members prevent what’s to come to pass? I wish I saw the Minister and his Elders, I’se gie them Scriptures for a’ his done yet. Tell nae me about the mortifying of members, gin he has gotten a bystart, let her and him feed it between them, and they gie’t soup about; but she maun keep it the first quarter, and by that time muckle black Lady will be cauft; we sall sell the cauf and foster the wean on the cow’s milk; that’s better mense for a faut, than a’ your repenting-stools; a wheen Papist rites, and rotten cerimonies, fashing fouks wi sack gowns and buttock-mails, and I dinna ken what. But bide ye till I see the Minister.
Now Jockey and his mither went into the little byre and held a private meeting, nane present but auld Bruckie and the twa brutes, the bits of couties, that she might give him counsel how to behave when he appeared before Mess John, to answer for his bastard; which concludes the third and last part.