He was a Scot, with the usual thrifty characteristics of his race. Wishing to know his fate, he telegraphed a proposal of marriage to the lady of his choice. After waiting all day at the telegraph office he received an affirmative answer late at night.
Well, if I were you, said the operator who delivered the message, "I'd think twice before I'd marry a girl who kept me waiting so long for an answer."
Na, na, replied the Scot. "The lass for me is the lass wha waits for the night rates."