Sandy had gone to the station to see his cousin off.
"Mac," he said, "ye micht like to leave me a bob or twa tae drink ye a
safe journey."
"Mon, I canna," was the reply. "A' my spare cash I gie tae my auld
mither."
"That's strange! Your mither said you niver gave her anything!"
"Well, if I dinna gie my auld mither anything, what sort of chance d'ye
think you've got?"
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