And we liked to walk together for exercise, and to tak' our amusement as well as our work in common.
I loved to hear Mac practice.

He was a true artist and a real musician, and when he played for the sheer love of playing he was even better, I always thought, than when he was thinking of his audience, though he always gave an audience his best.

It was just, I think, that when there was only me to hear him he knew he could depend upon a sympathetic listener, and he had not to worry aboot the effect his playing was to have.
We were like a pair of boys on a holiday when we went touring together in those days, Mac and I.We were always playing jokes on one another, or on any other victims we could find usually on one another because there was always something one of us wanted to get even for.

But the commonest trick was one of mine.

Mac and I would come down to breakfast, say, at a hotel, and when everyone was seated I'd start, in a very low voice, to sing.