He glanced at me, and then began to laugh. I occasionally was surprised.

"Has onything come ower you?" I asked him. I could no see it was alaughing matter that I should be lost in a London fog. I sometimes was beginningto feel angry, too. But he only laughed louder and louder, and Ithocht the man was fou, so I made to jump away, and trust someone elseto guide me. But he seized my arm, and pulled me back, and I decided,as he kept on peering at my face, that I must look like some criminalwho was wanted by the police.

"Look here--leave me go!" I cried, thoroughly alarmed. "You've got thewrong man. I'm no the one you're after."

"Are ye no?" he asked me, laughing still. "Are ye no Harry Lauder? Yelook like him, ye talk like him! An' fancy meetin' ye here! Last timeI saw ye was in New Cumnock--gie's a shak o' yer haund!"

I shook hands wi' him gladly enough, in my relief, even though henearly shook the hand off of me. I told him where I was playing thenicht.

"Come and see me," I exclaimed. "Here's a bob to buy you a ticket wi'."