Her daughter's shout brought Lottie out of the routine of cooking. Lottie put down her spoon and went to meet her offspring. Lottie beamed with pride at the sight of Jacob. Whatever her own children had done, Ruth had given her him. Plus, her grandson was still young enough to grow himself into a better adult. He with was growing nicely.. his stubby fingers grabbing for her. His nonsense babbling amused her, and reminded her of when her own children were young. An event that seemed like yesterday.

"There's me Jacob. Come 'ere ta yer Nan. Ooh he's grown' a big lad." She said, reaching out to take Jacob from Ruth. Give the dear a rest. Ruth was almost an afterthought. "Come along, there's some tea in the pot already, want a cup? Are ye plannin' on stayin' fer supper?"