“‘Whaur’s their croons?’ asks Duffy’s wife. ‘I divna believe that’s them at a’.’
“‘That’s them, I’ll bate ony money,’ I says. ‘Ye can tell by the hurry they’re in.’
“‘Oh, the craturs!’ says Jinnet, and then says she, ‘Oh, Erchie! look at the wean hanging ower that window. I’m feart it’ll fa’ ower.’
“Afore she could get her een aff the wean the King’s cairrage was past, and the rest o’ the Lancers cam’ clatterin’ after them.
“‘Noo for the brass bands!’ says Duffy, lookin’ doon the street. But there was nae brass bands. The show was bye.
“‘If I had kent that was to be a’ that was in’t, I wad never hae ta’en oot my lorry,’ says Duffy, as angry as onything, and made a breenge for anither bottle o’ broon robin.
“‘Och, it was fine,’ says Jinnet. ‘I never saw sae mony weans in a’ my days.’.
“And the crood began to scale.
“His Majesty reached Maryhill Station exact to the minute, wi’ his eye on his watch.
“‘Weel, that’s bye ony wye,’ says he, and somebody cries for a speech.