Gran'pa ignored the comment and continued:
"It was only after I'd tried it once or twice that I suddenly realized how enjoyable it would be to get one. So I bought it, with the intention of returning to the hospital. On the way back, however, I altered my mind. I don't like that nurse, George. She would only have carried on to me about it if I'd returned on that scooter. So I changed my mind—and came home instead. . . ."
"Then neither the doctor nor the nurse knows where you are?" I gasped.
"No! You might ring up after dinner and tell them."
"You might!"
"Very well, George!" he answered, affably. "Don't let us quarrel over trifles."
I gazed at him, pensively.
"Do you attribute all this superabundance of energy to the—glands?" I asked.
"I think they've helped. I feel fitter than I've done for years."
He certainly looked it.