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ye 're a witch , Mistress Catanach ! '' said Malcolm merrily . `` That 's as may be , '' she returned , rising , and nodding mysteriously ; `` I hae tauld ye nae mair nor the trowth . But what garred ye whup 's a ' oot o ' oor nakit beds by five o'clock i ' the mornin ' , this mornin ' , man ! That 's no what ye 're paid for . '' `` Deed , mem , it was jist a mistak ' o ' my puir daddy 's . He had been feart o ' sleepin ' ower lang , ye see , an ' sae had waukit ower sune .