A Scotch nobleman, seeing an old gardener of his establishment
with a very ragged coat, made some passing remarks on its
condition. “It’s a verra guid coat,” said the honest old man.
“I can not agree with you there,” said his lordship. “Ah, it’s
just a verra guid coat,” persisted the old man; “it covers a
contented spirit, and a body that owes no man anything, and
that’s mair than mony a man can say of his coat.” (Text.)
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