"The Painted Lady needs to paint her cheeks no longer!"
"Na, the red spots comes themsels now."
"Have you heard her hoasting?"
"Ay, it's the hoast o' a dying woman."
"The joiner heard it, and gave her a look, measuring her wi' his eye for the coffin. 'Five and a half by one and a half would hold her snod,' he says to himsel'."
"Ronny-On's auld wife heard it, and says she, 'Dinna think, my leddy, as you'll be buried in consecrated ground.'"
"Na, a'body kens she'll just be hauled at the end o' a rope to the hole where the witches was shooled in."
"Wi' a paling spar through her, to keep her down on the day o' judgment."
Well, well, these children became men and women in time, one of them even a bit of a hero, though he never knew it.
Are you angry with them? If so, put the cheap thing aside, or think only of Grizel, and perhaps God will turn your anger into love for her.