CHAPTER X.
OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR.
Monday morning came, and found us standing on the pier as usual awaiting the arrival of the steamer.
We were very anxious indeed to see our new neighbours. A nice little breakfast for four or five people was set out in our little kitchen, and I had gathered a large bunch of dahlias from our garden, to make the table look cheerful and bright. All was ready, and in due time the steamer came puffing up towards the pier, and we saw a man standing on the deck, talking to Captain Sayers, who we felt sure must be the new lighthouse-man.
'I don't see a wife,' said my grandfather.
'Nor any children,' said I, as I held little Timpey up, that she might see the steamer.
'Puff, puff, puff,' she said, as it came up, and then turned round and laughed merrily.
The steamer came up to the landing-place, and my grandfather and I went down the steps to meet Captain Sayers and the stranger.