Granma Murphy is eighty-five years old. She tires easily, has little appetite and is sometimes confused mentally. So her son, Paddy, calls for the doctor. He arrives shortly and goes up to granma's room where he undresses her, lies her down on the bed and gives her a complete physical examination. Half an hour later, the doctor comes downstairs.

"There is no need to worry," he explains, "there is nothing really wrong with her except her age. She will be all right."

Paddy is very relieved and goes upstairs to see her.

"Well, mother," he asks, "how did you like the doctor?"

"So, he was the doctor, was he?" says granma with a smile. "I thought he was a bit naughty for the priest."