"CHEERFULLY, CHEERFULLY."
By Vantuyl
One bright morning little Daisy was helping her mamma put the room in order. The windows were open to let in the sweet air, and as the little girl stood a moment by one of them, a bird in the cedars sang out, "Cheerfully, cheerfully." The words were so plainly sung that Daisy said, "O431mamma, do you hear that bird singing 'cheerfully?'" "Do you think he says 'cheerfully?'" said her mother. "It sounds just like it, mamma." "Well, it is a cheery song he sings, isn't it? He must be happy, don't you think?" "Yes, mamma;" and she leaned out to try and get a glimpse of the bird in the tree. A glancing of bright brown wings was all she could see through the thick boughs. "Suppose you take his advice, Daisy, to-day, and do everything cheerfully," said her mamma, after a pause. It was a new thought to Daisy that a bird should teach her a lesson, and she laughed. But she knew her fault, and pretty soon, with a little sober face, she said: "I will try to do as the birdie says, mamma;" and all day long she did try, especially if mamma would say "cheerfully," by way of a reminder. Even little Janie, the baby sister, sang "cheerfully, cheerfully," in bird-like tones and with a happy heart. So the birdie did something besides sing that lovely morning.—Vantuyl.