"Ye're a rare find for us, Harry, my lad.

Ye'll mak' more money frae these records we'll mak' togither than ye ha' ever done upon the stage.

You're going to be the most popular comic the London halls have ever known, but still, before we're done with you, we'll pay you more in a year than you'll make from all your theatrical engagements." "Talk sense, man," I tauld him, wi' a laugh.

"That can never be." Weel, ye'll not be asking me whether what he said has come true or nicht.

But I don't mind tellin' ye the man was no sica fool as I thocht him! Eh, noo--here's what I'm thinking.