"Well, so it is," he growled. Sally was pink with indignation. "I won't be referred to as 'a mere woman'!" she snapped. Seeing all the elements of a young lovers' quarrel in being, I withdrew and left Gran'pa and Sally to settle their differences alone. Five minutes later Gran'pa strode past me with an air of grim determination. He was followed a few moments later by Sally, weeping. "Don't cry!" I said, taking her arm and trying to soothe her. "Neither of you intend to be unkind to one another. . . ." "_I_ do!" she exclaimed. "Oh! I could . . . _kill_ him! (Sniff--sniff). Just fancy! He said that . . ." "Don't repeat it, Sally! It always makes it worse to go over things. Whatever he said, you know that he didn't really mean it." She dabbed her eyes, stopped weeping, and then turned on me! "Of course you stick up for him--being a man!" she cried. I mumbled something implying humility, and she relented a little. "Oh! He does make me lose my temper, George! . . . I'm sorry I was horrid to you as well." "I don't mind it a bit," I lied. Sally suddenly began laughing. "It's very foolish," she said. "We ought to know better at our age. . . . Anyway, I shall certainly return to England this week--if only you and Molly will back me up and come as well. _Please_, George!" It was nice to think that someone relied on me. It was still nicer to think of home--comfort--and Nanny's efficient guardianship, after so much strife and worry. I was tired of Africa, its old men, and its monkeys. So I gave Sally my promise of active support. "I feel happier than I've been for weeks," she confessed, with a blush. "It's very good of you, George. If only your Gran'pa followed your example, he would have much better manners." I wished he had been there to hear it. At the same time, I could not help wondering whether Sally had been a flirt in her younger days. Even now, she was certainly very promising in this respect. Or was she merely testing the powers of her new-found youth? The same afternoon I told Gran'pa that I, too, was returning home with Sally. "It's a conspiracy!" he barked. "You're a nice sort of great-grandson, George! What the devil . . . ?" "Come, now," I said, quietly. "Don't lose your temper. I'm fed up with this monkey-gland business and I want to get back to civilization. You can come later, if you prefer. What point is there in my remaining here any longer?" "None. . . . I don't even know why you came." "That's merely spiteful! I caught three times as many monkeys as you. . . ." "They were not monkeys. They were gorillas--_apes_! Don't be so supercilious! Can't you find anything better to do than keep up this thin trickle of sneers at the old people?" "Not if I stay here!" I replied. "They get on my nerves--with their chest smacking and all their other feeble imitations of youth." "You wait until you're old!" "I'd rather die first!" Gran'pa glanced at me, spluttered, and then strode furiously away.