A good-natured old Scots farmer entered a
tramcar one afternoon and found himself seated beside a small boy
returning from school
"An dae ye like the schuil, my mannie?" asked the farmer.
"Ay" said the boy bashfully.
"That's graun" continued the farmer "an I'm shair ye'll be a guid
scholar. But hou dae ye staun in yir class?"
"Saicont dux" promptly replied the boy.
"Saicont dux! did ye say? Weill ye deserve something for that" and he
thrust sixpence into the boy's hand.
"An hou monie's in yir class?" continued the farmer.
"Me an a wee lassie" came the unabashed reply.