The news cheered Mr. Friend, and he became very solicitous for Sarah Jane.
"Don't you let her do too much work," he said. "She mustn't tramp up here no more. I'll come down of a Sunday instead."
But his daughter laughed.
"You old dear! I shall call you a grandmother instead of a grandfather."
"I can see him running about here taking his first lessons in peat, an' messing his little self up to the eyes in it," said Mr. Friend. "An' right welcome he'll be. There's many wonders up here as I'll show him."
"Might be a girl, however," said Daniel.
"I hope not and I think not," declared the peat-master. "'Twill be a brave boy, I'm pretty sure. Us may be doing a roaring business before he appears; but be that as 'twill, I'll always make time to play a game with him. When's he coming, Sarah?"
"In September, I reckon."
"A very good time. Well, well—what would your mother think!"
"She knows all about it, be very sure," said Daniel. "And now us must get going, for the dusk be down a'ready."