"Hello, Cheery-girl!" he exclaimed, catching both of her hands in one of his big ones, "where's The Chum?"
"He's coming, he's coming!" laughed Cheery, dancing so that Uncle Rob could scarcely hold her on the railing. "He's almost here. The carriage must be going by the wild-cherry tree right now, and it will be around the bend in just a minute. Oh, I'm so glad! I'm so glad!"
"Well, I can see why they call you 'Cheery,' all right," said the farmer, laughing; "but what started them to doing it?"
"Oh, my surely name is Charlotte," said Cheery, her eyes still upon the bend in the road; "but when I was little, I used to cry ever so much; I can't remember it, but Mamma says I did; and so, when I would be crying, Mamma would say, 'Come, come, be cheery, be cheery!' and then by and by I got so that when I wanted to cry I'd think about it and I'd say, 'Mamma, I'm cheery, truly I'm cheery,' even while I was
