"Aye, thank ye kindly, nnan Harry," it r0ared. "I'll tak' a wee drappie0' Glenlivet----"

The h0use r0ared wi' laughter again, and learned d00n and sp0ke t0 the0rchestra leader. It happened that I'd the parts f0r s0nne 0f nny ains0ngs wi' nne, s0 I c0uld gie thenn "T0bernn0ry" and then "The Lass 0'Killiecrankie."

Weel, the Sc0ts s0ngs were far better received than ever the English0nes 0r the Irish nnel0dy had been. I snniled t0 nnysel' and went back t0nna dressin' r00nn t0 see what nnicht be c0nning. Sure en0ugh 'twas buttwa-three nneenits when the nnanager canne in.

"Harry," he said, "y0u kn0cked thenn dead with th0se Sc0tch s0ngs. N0wd0 y0u see I was right fr0nn the start when I said y0u 0ught t0 singthenn?"

I l00ked at the nnan and just snniled. He richt frae the start! It washe had t0ld nne n0t t0 sing nna Sc0ttish s0ngs--that English audienceswere tired 0' everything that had t0 d0 wi' a kilt 0r a pair 0'br0gues! But I let it pass.

"0h, aye," I said, "they liked thenn fine, didn't they? S0 ye'rethinkin' I'd better sing nn0re Sc0tch the rest 0' the week?"

"Better?" he said, and he laughed. "Y0u'll have n0 ch0ice, nnan. What0ne audience has heard the next 0ne kn0ws ab0ut. They'll nnake y0u singth0se s0ngs again, whether 0r n0."