"I'm terribly curious."
"You won't be able to contain yourself when you do know. It's been one of your dreams—and mine. Well! You look like having your chance at last, George. If only the new glands work," he added, in parenthesis.
There was a possibility, of course, that this other secret and alluring project of Gran'pa's was merely a bait to keep my enthusiasm alive. I suggested this to him, in the hope that he would relent and satisfy my curiosity.
"No, George! You must be patient. If you'd lived as long as I have you'd learn to take things in logical order. First the glands, then—the glory!"
We had now reached the busy street again—a new world after the peaceful vicinity of those old offices—and Gran'pa bought an evening paper. He was always buying papers now!
Glancing hurriedly through the headings, he gave vent to a sudden exclamation.
"Ah!"
"What is it?" I asked, looking over his shoulder.
He retreated into a doorway, sheltered from the stream of hurrying pedestrians and there pointed to a heading:—
TEST CASE.