A Scottish lad and lass were sitting together on a heathery hill in the Highlands. They had been silent for a while, when the lass said, “A penny for your thoughts.”
The lad was a bit abashed, but he finally said, “Well, I was thinkin’ how nice it would be if ye’d give me a wee bit of a kiss.”
So she did so. But he again lapsed into a pensive mood which lasted long enough for the lass to ask him, “What are ye thinkin’ now?”
To which the lad grumbled, “Well, I was hopin’ ye hadn’t forgot the penny!”
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