“When the King set foot in the Queen Street Station he gied the wan look roond him, and says he, ‘Is this Gleska can ony o’ ye tell me?’
“‘It is that, wi’ your Majesty’s gracious permission,’ says the porter; ‘sees a haud o’ yer bag.’
“‘I mind fine o’ bein’ here yince afore,’ says the King, and gangs oot into George Square.
“‘Whitna graveyaird’s this?’ he asks, lookin’ at the statues.
“‘It’s no’ a graveyaird; it’s a square, and that’s the Municeepal Buildin’,’ somebody tells him. His Majesty then laid a foundation-stone as smert’s ye like wi’ his least wee bit touch, and then went into the Municeepal Buildin’s and had a snack.
“He cam’ oot feelin’ fine. ‘The Second City o’ the Empire!’ he says. ‘I can weel believ’t. If it wasna for my business bein’ in London I wad hae a hoose here. Whit am I to dae next?’
“They took his Majesty doon Buchanan Street.
“‘No bad!’ says he.
“Then he cam’ to Argyle Street, and gaed west, past the Hielan’man’s Cross at the heid o’ Jamaica Street. He sees a lot o’ chaps there wi’ the heather stickin’ oot o’ their ears, and a tartan brogue that thick it nearly spiled the procession.
“‘The Hielan’man’s Cross,’ says he; ‘man, ay! I’ve heard o’t. Kamerhashendoo. If I had thocht o’t I wad hae brocht my kilts and my pibroch and a’ that.’