None at All

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?”