"No, Daddy. . . ."
She went out and, with a sudden start, Gran'pa sat up.
"What was I saying?" he asked, feebly.
The question sounded so ludicrous that I couldn't help laughing.
"Oh! You were—just chatting about old times."
"Was I?"
He smoothed his long white beard with a trembling, blue-veined hand and then ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead, and looking extremely puzzled.
"There was something else though. . . ." he said, searching in his confused and troubled mind. "Ah! I remember, now! Those glands!"
"For Heaven's sake," I shouted, "leave 'em alone until you've had breakfast. You've all the day before you."
"That's true, George!"