“Do you know,” said the Englishman, “I gave my wife a ten-pound note for
a birthday present, and she managed to save a sovereign out of it towards
our summer holiday. Not bad, eh?”
“I dinna think it’s so verra guid,” replied the other. “I reckon ma
wife’s mair thrifty.”
“How’s that?”
“Weel, she gives the bairns a bawbee to do wi’oot their supper, and when
they’re in bed and asleep, gangs and taks it frae them. Then, in the
mornin’ they have no breakfast for losing it. That’s thrift.”
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This will be a heluva country if it ever goes dry.
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