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* * * * I don't know if the following will _read_ comprehensibly. _Told_ it was overwhelming, and was a prime favourite with the Scotch audience. Hoo oor Baby was _burrrned_. (How our Baby was burnt.) (You must realize a kind of amiable bland _whine_ in the way of telling this. A caressing tone in the Scotch drawl, as the good lady speaks of _oor wee Wullie_, etc. Also a roll of the r's on the word burned.) "Did ye never hear hoo oor wee Baby was burrrned? Well ye see--it was _this_ way. The Minister and me had been to _Peebles_--and we were awfu' tired, and we were just haeing oor bit suppers--when oor wee Wullie cam doon-stairs and he says--'Mither, Baby's _burrrning_.' "--Y'unerstan it was the day that the Minister and me were at Peebles. We were _awful_ tired, and we were just at oor suppers, and the Minister says (very loud and nasal), '_Ca'll Nurrse_!'--but as it rarely and unfortunitly happened--Nurrse was washing and she couldna be fashed. "And in a while our WEE Wullie cam down the stairs again, and he says--'Mither! Baby's burning.' "--as I was saying the Minister and me had been away over at Peebles, and we were in the verra midst of oor suppers, and I said to him--'Why didna ye call Nurse?'--and off he ran. "--and there was the misfirtune of it--Nurrse was washing, and she wouldn't be fashed. "And--in--a while--oor weee Wullie--came doon the stairs again--and he says 'Mither! Baby's burrrned.' And that was the way oor poor woe baby was burnt!" * * * * * Now for one English one and then I must stop to-day. I flatter myself I can tell this with a nice mincing and yet vinegar-ish voice. "When I married my 'Usbin I had no expectation that he would live three week. "But Providence--for wise purposes no doubt!--has seen fit to spare him three years. "And there he sits, all day long, a-reading the _Illustrious News_." Now I must stop.... Your loving niece, JULIANA HORATIA EWING. TO A.E. _Grenoside._ Advent Sunday, 1881. * * * * * On one point I think I have improved in my sketching. I have been long wanting to get a _quick style_ sketching not painting. Because I shall never have the time, or the time and strength to pursue a more finished style with success. Now I have got paper on which I can make no corrections (so it forces me to be "to the point"), and which takes colour
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