"Ah! You're still very conservative, George. You should move with the times. You don't think that, now I've got my youth back, I'm going to be content with fussy old steamers and railway trains, do you? I want to fly—soar!—get above the world and look down on it. Besides," he added slyly, "there aren't any trains where I'm going. . . ."
I knew that he wanted me to fire a volley of questions at him. But I didn't! I sat and waited.
So did Gran'pa.
Presently he said:
"You've read Robert Louis Stevenson, George?"
"I have!"
"D'you like treasure hunting yarns?"
"I do!"
"But you don't think there's much scope for that sort of thing nowadays?"
"I don't think there ever was—except in books," I answered, peevishly.