“Nay, I shouldn’t think he did; but I just give him warning if he comes spying and listening about my place, he’ll get it with the maddick or the spade.”
“I don’t think he came to spy, gran’fa.”
“Then it was after you, and I won’t have it.”
“Never mind him, gran’fa,” said Dally, with quiet confidence; “even if he did hear, I can silence him.”
“No courtin’, for I won’t have it.”
“Courting with him!” cried Dally scornfully. “Don’t be afraid that I shall do that, gran’fa! But you’ll tell doctor?”
“Don’t you be afraid, my gel.”
“And when?”
“First chance I have,” said the old man grimly; and then to himself: “He shan’t call me a mummy for naught.”
“Good night, gran’fa.”