Andy McTavish was “no feelin’ juist weel,” so he went to the
doctor and stated his complaints.
“What do you drink?” demanded the medico.
“Whusky.”
“How much?”
“Maybe a bottle a day.”
“Do you smoke?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Two ounces a day.”
“Well, you give up whisky and tobacco altogether.”
Andy took up his cap and in three steps reached the door.
“Andy,” called the doctor, “you have not paid for my advice!”
“Ahm no’ takkin’ it,” snapt Andy, as he shut the door behind him.
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