"I feel happier than I've been for weeks," she confessed, with a blush. "It's very good of you, George. If only your Gran'pa followed your example, he would have much better manners."
I wished he had been there to hear it. At the same time, I could not help wondering whether Sally had been a flirt in her younger days. Even now, she was certainly very promising in this respect. Or was she merely testing the powers of her new-found youth?
The same afternoon I told Gran'pa that I, too, was returning home with Sally.
"It's a conspiracy!" he barked. "You're a nice sort of great-grandson, George! What the devil . . . ?"
"Come, now," I said, quietly. "Don't lose your temper. I'm fed up with this monkey-gland business and I want to get back to civilization. You can come later, if you prefer. What point is there in my remaining here any longer?"
"None. . . . I don't even know why you came."
"That's merely spiteful! I caught three times as many monkeys as you. . . ."
"They were not monkeys. They were gorillas—apes! Don't be so supercilious! Can't you find anything better to do than keep up this thin trickle of sneers at the old people?"
"Not if I stay here!" I replied. "They get on my nerves—with their chest smacking and all their other feeble imitations of youth."
"You wait until you're old!"