As the play proceeded so Gran'pa's excitement grew, until people in front commenced turning around and glowering at us.
"Restrain yourself, Gran'pa!" I whispered, nudging him in the ribs.
"Do what, George?" he asked, without even taking his eyes off the stage.
"Keep quiet and don't fidget so much."
"But it's so exciting!"
He quietened down for a little while, but completely lost his head when the underground scene came on. The first appearance of the pirates and the wolves had been trying enough to his feeble powers of self-restraint, but they were nothing to those thrilling moments, when the pirates vanquished the Indians and captured the children, and the green-faced Captain Hook poisoned Peter's medicine.
When the curtain dropped on that scene, Gran'pa was in a terrible state of excitement.
"Come and have a brandy," I whispered.
"Thanks, George! I think I will."
I led him to the bar and there he steadied his nerves and I quenched my thirst.