Old Jimmie had been a dour customer during the
greater part of his life. He was the first to find fault with everything.
Nothing ever pleased him.
In due course he died and found himself in Heaven. He was joined later by an old
crony from his own town.
" Weill Jimmie" said the newcomer "there'll no be muckle fir ti complain about
here !"
"Whit !" returned Jimmie like a shot, pointing to the crown on his head "d'y caw
that a richt fit ?"
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