Keith, and Jn. Keith,--the first is the
funniest of every one of them. Mr. Crakey and walked to Craky-hall
(Craigiehall), hand in hand in Innocence and matitation (meditation)
sweet thinking on the kind love which flows in our tender-hearted mind
which is overflowing with majestic pleasure no one was ever so polite to
me in the hole state of my existence. Mr. Craky you must know is a great
Buck, and pretty good-looking.
"I am at Ravelston enjoying nature's fresh air. The birds are singing
sweetly, the calf doth frisk, and nature shows her glorious face."
Here is a confession: "I confess I have been very more like a little
young divil than a creature for when Isabella went up stairs to teach me
religion and my multiplication and to be good and all my other lessons I
stamped with my foot and threw my new hat which she had made on the
ground and was sulky and was dreadfully passionate, but she never whiped
me but said Marjory go into another room and think what a great crime
you are committing letting your temper git the better of you. But I went
so sulkily that the Devil got the better of me but she never never never
whips me so that I think I would be the better of it and the next time
that I behave ill I think she should do it for she never never does
it.... Isabella has given me praise for checking my temper for I was
sulky even when she was kneeling an hole hour teaching me to write.
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