They promised me more for second appearances, and my agent advised me against making any long term engagements then.
"The future's yours, now, Harry, my boy," he said.

"Wait--and you can get what you please from them.

And then--there's America to think about." I laughed at him when he said that.

My mind had not carried me sae far as America yet.

It seemed a strange thing, and a ridiculous one, that he who'd been a miner digging coal for fifteen shillings a week not so lang syne, should be talking about making a journey of three thousand miles to sing a few wee songs to folk who had never heard of him.