“However,” said Daddy Martin after a bit, “it may not be so bad as it seems now. I’ll see what I can do.”
Ted and Jan felt better. When Daddy Martin talked this way something good was always sure to happen. It always had, and it always would, they were sure. Daddy Martin could do almost everything.
“Do you think we can go to Cherry Farm?” asked Ted anxiously.
“Oh, yes, I think so,” answered his father slowly. “Even if trouble comes it will not get here right away. You’ll have the summer there anyhow.”
“And cherries?” asked Jan, who was very fond of them.
“Oh, yes. Grandma writes that they’ll have a bigger crop of cherries than ever before. They weren’t hurt by the high water that flooded and spoiled the wheat.
“And now I think I’ll write grandpa a letter,” went on Daddy Martin. “I’ll tell him I’ll help all I can, and——”
“So will we!” chimed in Jan and Ted, while Trouble gurgled:
“Me help too!”
“Yes, I guess you will—help eat cherries and get sick!” laughed Jan, throwing her arms about him.