"Oh, I like it," said the young man comfortably. "I like it better than anything I've ever done—I feel as if I belonged there. I feel like my own grandfather, I guess." He laughed happily.
"Of course they treat me a good deal like a kid," he added.
"You're not so very old!" responded Herman Medfield with a twinkle.
The young man's eye rested impersonally on the nurse who was moving about the room. "I'm growing up every day," he declared cheerfully.
Miss Canfield's face was not responsive. She was studying Herman Medfield's chart. She took it up and left the room.
Medfield's eyes followed her. "There's a young woman who knows her business," he said with approval.
Julian sat down. "She seems very competent," he responded.
His father shot a keen glance at his cheerful indifference.
"She's more than competent," he said severely. "You want to be tied up like this for a while—to find out what people really are."
"I don't think I should mind it—so much." The boy smiled at him frankly. "You look very comfortable, sir."