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A Little Boy sitting with his Grandmother, by the fire side in the winter time, as she lifted up her coats to warm her thighs; he espied somthing between her legs, and would fain know what it was; it is [said she] a Rabbet-skin that your Mother brought me from Market; what, and have you burnt a hole in't Granny? [says he?]