Then there was a sitting room, as nice and hamely as you please, where I could rest and crack, whiles we were waiting in a station, wi' friends wha came callin'.
I wasna dependent on hotels at all, after the way I'd been led to fear them.

It was only in the great cities, where we stayed a week or mair, that I left the car and stopped in a hotel.

And even then it was mair because the yards, where the car would wait, would be noisy, and would be far awa' frae the theatre, than because the hotel was mair comfortable, that we abandoned the car.
Our own cook travelled wi' us.

I'm a great hand for Scottish cooking.
Mrs.Lauder will bake me a scone, noo and then, no matter whaur we are.

And the parritch and a' the other Scottish dishes tickle my palate something grand.