I was singing in Glasgow one week, and the hall was crowded at every performance--though the management had raised the prices, for which I was sorry.

I heard two women speaking.

Said one: "Ha' ye heard Harry sing the week ?" The other answered: "That I ha' not!" "And will ye no' ?" "I will no'! I heard him lang ago, when he was better than he is the noo, for twapence! Why should I be payin' twa shillin' the noo ?" And, do you ken, I'm no sure she was'na richt! But do not be tellin' I said so! That first tour had to end.

Fourteen weeks seemed a long time then, though, the last few days rushed by terribly fast.

I was nervous when the end came.