The golfer who was employing him was playing very badly, and the caddie threw himself down on the grass at one point and watched him. When the man had at last succeeded in getting his ball out of the bunker, he glanced toward the boy and remarked: "You must be tired, lying down at this time of day."
"I ain't tired of carrying," said the caddie, "but I certainly am tired of counting."
"What is considered a good score on these links?"
"Well, sir," replied the youthful caddie solemnly, "most of the gents tries to do it in as few strokes as they can, but it gin'r'lly takes some more."
"Look, grandpaw, a new gowf ba' I foond, lost on the links."
"Are ye sure it was lost, Sandy?"
"Oo, ay; I saw the mannie an' his caddy lookin' for it."