At the Everett Hotel, Madison Square, New York, Major Pond had arranged one afternoon for a party to meet me and have a little tete-a-tete.  To my surprise, the party consisted of my friend Ian M‘Laren (Dr. Watson), his wife, and another Scoto-American minister and his lady, who had been looking forward to meeting me once again.

My accompanist and I gave an hour of broad Scotch humour―an hour of real Scotch delight to entertain the author of “The Bonnie Brier Bush,” who, like myself, was on a lecturing tour with Major Pond.  That was our only chance of meeting, and it was a happy one.  “Hooch Aye!”