Thus Kitty viewed Cutty's activities with a thrill of amazed wonder.
Had the young man hoisted Cutty to his shoulders her feeling would
have been one of exultant admiration. Let age crown its garnered
wisdom; youth has no objections to that; but feats of physical
strength - that is poaching upon youth's preserves. Kitty was not
conscious of the instinctive resentment. At that moment Cutty was
to her the most extraordinary old man in the world.

"Forward!" he whispered. "I want to know why I am doing this movie
stunt." The journey began with Kitty in the lead. She prayed that
no one would see them as they passed the two landing windows. Below
and above were vivid squares of golden light. She regretted the
drizzle; no clothes-laden lines intervened to obscure their progress.
Someone in the rear of the houses in Seventy-ninth Street might
observe the silhouettes. The whole affair must be carried off
secretly or their efforts would come to nothing.

Once inside the kitchen Cutty shifted his burden into his arms, the
way one carries a child, and followed Kitty into the unused bedroom.
He did not wait for the story, but asked for the telephone.

"I'm going to call for a surgeon at the Lambs. He's just back from
France and knows a lot about broken heads. And we can trust him
absolutely. I told him to wait there until I called."

"Cutty, you're a dear. I don't wonder father loved you."

Presently he turned away from the telephone. "He'll be here in a
jiffy. Now, then, what the deuce is all this about?"