A Scottish lad and lass were sitting together on a heathery hillin the Highlands. They had been silent for a while; then the lasssaid, „A penny for your thoughts.“ The lad was a bit abashed, buthe finally said, „Well, I was thinkin‘ how nice it would be ifye’d give me a wee bit of a kiss.“ So she did so. But he againlapsed into a pensive mood which lasted long enough for the lassto ask him, „What arre ye thinkin‘ now?“ To which the lad replied: „Well, I was hopin‘ ye hadn’t forgot the penny!“
