at him as Aunt Beth placed him in his box. "Oh, Mr. Mouse, Mr. Mouse," she said, "you are bad—you ran away from church!"
"Perhaps the church wasn't big enough for him," said Aunt Beth.
"I guess it was a pretty tight fit," said Cheery.
"The train's whistled! The train's whistled!" called Uncle Rob from the front door, "and The Chum will be here in twenty minutes."
Cheery dropped the lid of the box and ran through the hall and Uncle Rob caught her and tossed her up onto the railing of the veranda, where she stood on tiptoe craning her neck and trying to see around the bend in the road below the hill. "Oh, dear! I can't see twenty minutes away," she cried, "and waiting takes so long!"
"It surely does," said Uncle Rob, and just then Mr. Cann came up the steps. Mr. Cann was the man who owned the farm and all the chickens and pigs and geese.
