I went oot upon the stage, laughin' fit to kill mysel', and did the walk aroond.

I was used, by that time, to havin' the hoose break into laughter at the first wee waggle o' my kilt, but that nicht it was awfu' still.

I keened in that moment what they'd all meant when they'd tauld me a London audience was different frae any ever I'd clapped een upon.

Not that my een saw that one--the hoose micht ha' been ampty, for ought I knew! The stage went around and around me.
I began wi' "Tobermory," a great favorite among my songs in yon days.
And at the middle o' the first verse I heard a sound that warmed me and cheered me--the beginnings of a great laugh.

The sound was like wind rising in the trees.