There was a parochial schoo, in a remote muirland district of a southern Scotch county, at which the attendance had, from various causes, at one time dwindled down to a single self-reliant boy; and one forenoon, in a lull of school work, the little fellow looked up with a reflective air, and said-
"Maister, I think the schule'll no be in the morn."
"What puts that in your head, sir?" haughtily inquired the master; to which the callant immediately replied -
"Because I'll no be here!"
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